The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged...: With Biographical and Critical Notices, Том 3D. Appleton, 1852 |
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... smile is as winning as it is sweet . His hair , once a curling and glossy black , curls still , but is as white as snow ; and his step has lost some of its elasticity , but his eyes are as bright , and his smile as winning , as ever ...
... smile is as winning as it is sweet . His hair , once a curling and glossy black , curls still , but is as white as snow ; and his step has lost some of its elasticity , but his eyes are as bright , and his smile as winning , as ever ...
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... smile arise , Like sunshine opening through a shower in vernal skies . 10 . No looks but those of tenderness were found To turn upon that helpless infant dear ; And as her sense unfolded , never sound Of wrath or discord brake upon her ...
... smile arise , Like sunshine opening through a shower in vernal skies . 10 . No looks but those of tenderness were found To turn upon that helpless infant dear ; And as her sense unfolded , never sound Of wrath or discord brake upon her ...
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... smile that touched him to the heart . 48 . Mourn not for her ! for what hath life to give That should detain her ready spirit here ? Thinkest thou that it were worth a wish to live , Could wishes hold her from her proper sphere ? That ...
... smile that touched him to the heart . 48 . Mourn not for her ! for what hath life to give That should detain her ready spirit here ? Thinkest thou that it were worth a wish to live , Could wishes hold her from her proper sphere ? That ...
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... smile , As the Hermit went his way ; But Henry soon remember'd him Upon his dying day . Westbury , 1798 . 66 ' If thy neighbour should sin , " old Christoval said " O never unmerciful be ; But remember it is through the mercy of God ...
... smile , As the Hermit went his way ; But Henry soon remember'd him Upon his dying day . Westbury , 1798 . 66 ' If thy neighbour should sin , " old Christoval said " O never unmerciful be ; But remember it is through the mercy of God ...
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... smile or Wisdom's light , Is left to grace this world of ours . Well may my comrades , as they roam , On evenings sweet as this , inquire Why I have left that happy home Where all is found that all desire And Time hath wings that never ...
... smile or Wisdom's light , Is left to grace this world of ours . Well may my comrades , as they roam , On evenings sweet as this , inquire Why I have left that happy home Where all is found that all desire And Time hath wings that never ...
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ABBOT art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest blood bosom breast breath bright brow CHAMOIS cheek child clouds Culdee dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream dwell earth ev'n eyes face fair fear feel flowers FRANKFORT gaze Gebir Gondoline grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour Inchcape Rock Innisfail jotun knew land light live lonely look look'd lyre MAGDALENE maid MANFRED MASTER OF REVELS mind mortal Moscow mother mountains ne'er never night nymph o'er once pale Paraguay pass'd peace PRIEST round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh sight silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Spain spirit star stood sweet Tamar tears tell tempest thee Theodric thine things thou art thought tomb Twas unto voice wave ween weep Westbury wild WILMOT wind wretched young youth
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Сторінка 591 - And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel, writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold : And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And,
Сторінка 203 - Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud» But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! XCIII.
Сторінка 540 - to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven : I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. LINES WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS. OCTOBER,
Сторінка 141 - thousand years, The battle and the breeze Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave
Сторінка 583 - 3. Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Сторінка 552 - I sift the snow on the mountains below. And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers. Lightning my pilot sits. In a cavern under is
Сторінка 223 - thee— Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts :—not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play— Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow— Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou
Сторінка 539 - XLIII. He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear ; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To
Сторінка 539 - thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become? LH. The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light for ever shines, Earth's shadows
Сторінка 141 - sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave* And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part when many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath