Poems, Том 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 261 стор. |
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... turned the cowls adrift : XIII . " And I have seen some score of those Fresh faces , that would thrive When his man - minded offset rose To chase the deer at five ; XIV . “ And all that from the town would stroll , Till that wild wind ...
... turned the cowls adrift : XIII . " And I have seen some score of those Fresh faces , that would thrive When his man - minded offset rose To chase the deer at five ; XIV . “ And all that from the town would stroll , Till that wild wind ...
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... turned to look at her . XXXIV . " And here she came , and round me played , And sang to me the whole Of those three stanzas that you VOL . II . About my ' giant bole ; ' 2 made XXXV . " And in a fit of frolic mirth THE TALKING OAK . 9.
... turned to look at her . XXXIV . " And here she came , and round me played , And sang to me the whole Of those three stanzas that you VOL . II . About my ' giant bole ; ' 2 made XXXV . " And in a fit of frolic mirth THE TALKING OAK . 9.
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... turned . ( ( XLV . Thrice - happy he that may caress The ringlet's waving balm - The cushions of whose touch may press The maiden's tender palm . ( 6 XLVI . I , rooted here among the groves , But languidly adjust My vapid vegetable ...
... turned . ( ( XLV . Thrice - happy he that may caress The ringlet's waving balm - The cushions of whose touch may press The maiden's tender palm . ( 6 XLVI . I , rooted here among the groves , But languidly adjust My vapid vegetable ...
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... turned storm of sighs her bosom shaken with a sudden All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyes— Saying , " I have hid my feelings , fearing they should do me wrong ; " " Saying , " Dost thou love me , cousin ? " weeping ...
... turned storm of sighs her bosom shaken with a sudden All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyes— Saying , " I have hid my feelings , fearing they should do me wrong ; " " Saying , " Dost thou love me , cousin ? " weeping ...
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... turned to finest air . VII . The clouds are broken in the sky , And through the mountain - walls A rolling organ - harmony Swells up , and shakes and falls . Then move the trees , the copses nod , Wings flutter , voices hover clear ...
... turned to finest air . VII . The clouds are broken in the sky , And through the mountain - walls A rolling organ - harmony Swells up , and shakes and falls . Then move the trees , the copses nod , Wings flutter , voices hover clear ...
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Сторінка 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Сторінка 272 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Сторінка 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Сторінка 35 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Сторінка 45 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Сторінка 48 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Сторінка 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Сторінка 36 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Сторінка 44 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the" world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew From the nations...
Сторінка 99 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.