Lyrics of the Heart: With Other Poems ...D. Appleton & Company, 1852 - 331 стор. |
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AMIENS CATHEDRAL angel-wings beam blessed bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright brow burst calm CAROLINE BOWLES charm cheek cherished child clouds dark death deep dream earth EL CHICO enchanted faded fair fairy fame fancy fate feeling flowers fond frown gaze gentle GEORGE BARRET gloom glory glowing grace grief hath heart heaven hopes hour HYMN King King of Fez KIRKSTALL ABBEY life's light lips look love thee Malhamdale mirth murmur Muse ne'er neath never o'er once Petrarch plighted vows POET'S HOME PORTBURY pride radiant Rhine Richmond Hill round sainted band Sappho scene shine sigh skies sleep smile soft song soothing sorrow soul spell spirit spring star stir storm strife summer sunny brow sweet TALIESSIN tears thou art thou wert thoughts thrill throne truth vale VAUCLUSE visions waves Whilst wild wings withered WOMAN'S yore youth
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Сторінка 273 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares — The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Сторінка 34 - LET others seek for empty joys, At ball, or concert, rout, or play ; Whilst, far from fashion's idle noise, Her gilded domes, and trappings gay, I while the wintry eve away, — 'Twixt book and lute the hours divide ; And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee — my own Fireside! My own Fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes ! What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not in thy sphere abide,...
Сторінка 61 - Pure as the snow-flake ere it falls and takes the stain of earth, With not a ,taint of mortal life except thy mortal birth, God bade thee early taste the spring for which so many thirst, And bliss, eternal bliss, is thine, my fairest and my FIRST!
Сторінка 35 - Hath never made its hated lair By thee — my own Fireside ! Thy precincts are a charmed ring, Where no harsh feeling dares intrude ; Where life's vexations lose their sting ; Where even grief is half subdued : And Peace, the halcyon, loves to brood. Then, let the pampered fool deride...
Сторінка 256 - That e'er heaven to mortals lent : Though they as a trifle leave thee, Whose dull thoughts cannot conceive thee, Though thou be to them a scorn, That to nought but earth are born, Let my life no longer be Than I am in love with thee...
Сторінка 59 - ... cloud. It came at length ; o'er thy bright blue eye the film was gathering fast, — And an awful shade passed o'er thy brow, the deepest and the last ; — In thicker gushes strove thy breath, — we raised thy drooping head, A moment more — the final pang — and thou wert of the dead ! Thy gentle mother turned away to hide her face from me, And murmured low of Heaven's behests, and bliss attained by thee ; — She would have chid me that I mourned a doom so blest as thine, Had not her own...
Сторінка 35 - s half divine, In sleep his mother's eyes doth hide ; Where may love seek a fitter shrine Than thou— my own fireside ! What care I for the sullen roar...
Сторінка 11 - We've wandered on in sunny weather, When winds were low, and flowers in bloom, And hand in hand have kept together, And still will keep, 'mid storm and gloom ; Endeared by ties we could not know When life was young — ten years ago...
Сторінка 59 - Cradled in thy fair mother's arms, we watched thee day by day, Pale like the second bow of heaven, as gently waste away ; And, sick with dark foreboding fears, we dared not breathe aloud, Sat, hand in hand, in speechless grief, to wait death's coming cloud It came at length : o'er thy bright blue eye the film was gathering! fast, And an awful shade passed o'er thy brow, the deepest and the last : In thicker gushes strove thy breath— we raised thy drooping head: A moment more— the final pang—...
Сторінка 97 - But when a more pervading force compels Their sweetness into strength, — and swiftly swells Each tenderer tone to fulness, — what a strange And spirit-stirring sense that fitful change Wakes in my heart— visions of days long past, — Hope — joy — pride — pain — and passion — with the blast, Come rushing on my soul, — till I believe Some strong enchantment, purposed to deceive, Hath...