PoemsE. Moxon, 1857 - 388 Seiten |
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... MOON 368 ΤΟ 372 THE FORSAKEN 374 AUTUMN ODE TO MELANCHOLY 375 376 SONNETS . WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF SHAKSPEARE TO FANCY 380 381 TO AN ENTHUSIAST 382 " IT IS NOT DEATH , THAT SOMETIME IN A SIGH 99 383 66 BY EV'RY SWEET TRADITION OF TRUE ...
... MOON 368 ΤΟ 372 THE FORSAKEN 374 AUTUMN ODE TO MELANCHOLY 375 376 SONNETS . WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF SHAKSPEARE TO FANCY 380 381 TO AN ENTHUSIAST 382 " IT IS NOT DEATH , THAT SOMETIME IN A SIGH 99 383 66 BY EV'RY SWEET TRADITION OF TRUE ...
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... moon shone clear and cold : Now here , said I , this man shall die , And I will have his gold ! " Two sudden blows with a ragged stick , And one with a heavy stone , One hurried gash with a hasty knife , - And then the deed was done ...
... moon shone clear and cold : Now here , said I , this man shall die , And I will have his gold ! " Two sudden blows with a ragged stick , And one with a heavy stone , One hurried gash with a hasty knife , - And then the deed was done ...
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... moon paler with affright ; And with his ruby eye out - threaten'd Mars- That blazed in the mid - heavens , hot and bright- Nor slept , nor wink'd , but with a steadfast spite Watch'd their wan looks and tremblings in the skies ; And ...
... moon paler with affright ; And with his ruby eye out - threaten'd Mars- That blazed in the mid - heavens , hot and bright- Nor slept , nor wink'd , but with a steadfast spite Watch'd their wan looks and tremblings in the skies ; And ...
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... moon- Whose silver light for love of her fair wing Goes with her in the shade , still worshipping Her dainty plumage : —all around her grew A radiant circlet , like a fairy ring ; And all behind , a tiny little clue Of light , to guide ...
... moon- Whose silver light for love of her fair wing Goes with her in the shade , still worshipping Her dainty plumage : —all around her grew A radiant circlet , like a fairy ring ; And all behind , a tiny little clue Of light , to guide ...
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... moon , and vainly tries Her throbbing throat , as if to charm the night With song - but , hush - it perishes in sighs , And there will be no dirge sad - swelling though she dies ! XIV . She droops she sinks she leans upon the lake ...
... moon , and vainly tries Her throbbing throat , as if to charm the night With song - but , hush - it perishes in sighs , And there will be no dirge sad - swelling though she dies ! XIV . She droops she sinks she leans upon the lake ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms beauty beneath bird bloom blue breath bright brow cheeks cloth cloud cold dance dark dead dear Death deep double dream earth eyes face fair fairy fall fancy fear fell flowers gaze gentle give gloom gold golden gone green grief hair hand hath head heart hollow hope human hung Kilmansegg leaves light limbs lips living looks mind Miss moon morn mortal never night o'er once pale pity POEMS poor pride rich rose round sense shade shadows shine sighs sing sleep smiles sometimes song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stand stream summer sweet tears thee There's thing thou thought Till tree true turn turn'd voice volume warm waters wave weep wild wind wings young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 45 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Seite 42 - Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses, Where was her home ? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother?
Seite 47 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Seite 41 - One more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! 'Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! "Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. "Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her,— All that remains...
Seite 32 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Seite xiii - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime; With one besetting horrid hint That racked me all the time — A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime — "One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave! Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave — Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave!
Seite 177 - Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould ; Price of many a crime untold ; Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold...
Seite 31 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted I PART II.
Seite xiii - His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease: So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees.
Seite 386 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...