The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck |
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... arms , The shipwright's darling treasure , didst present To the four - quarter'd winds , robust and bold , Warp'd into tough knee - timber , many a load ! But the axe spar'd thee . Oaks fell not , hewn by thousands to supply The ...
... arms , The shipwright's darling treasure , didst present To the four - quarter'd winds , robust and bold , Warp'd into tough knee - timber , many a load ! But the axe spar'd thee . Oaks fell not , hewn by thousands to supply The ...
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... arms have left thee . Winds have rent them off Long since , and rovers of the forest wild , With bow and shaft , have burnt them . Some have left A splinter'd stump , bleach'd to a snowy white ; And some , memorial none where once they ...
... arms have left thee . Winds have rent them off Long since , and rovers of the forest wild , With bow and shaft , have burnt them . Some have left A splinter'd stump , bleach'd to a snowy white ; And some , memorial none where once they ...
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... arm around a vase she flings , From which the tender plant mimosa springs ; Towards its leaves , o'er which she fondly bends , The youthful fair her vacant hand extends With gentle motion , anxious to survey How far the feeling fibres ...
... arm around a vase she flings , From which the tender plant mimosa springs ; Towards its leaves , o'er which she fondly bends , The youthful fair her vacant hand extends With gentle motion , anxious to survey How far the feeling fibres ...
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... arms of trees , lovely in Spring , When on each bough the rosy tinctur'd bloom Sits thick , and promises autumnal plenty . For even those orchards round the Norman farms , Which , as their owners mark the promis'd fruit , Console them ...
... arms of trees , lovely in Spring , When on each bough the rosy tinctur'd bloom Sits thick , and promises autumnal plenty . For even those orchards round the Norman farms , Which , as their owners mark the promis'd fruit , Console them ...
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... arms outstretch , And urge the vengeance o'er the guilty wretch . Thus when Cambyses led his barbarous hosts From Persia's rocks to Egypt's trembling coasts , Defiled each hallow'd fane , and sacred wood , And , drunk with fury , swell ...
... arms outstretch , And urge the vengeance o'er the guilty wretch . Thus when Cambyses led his barbarous hosts From Persia's rocks to Egypt's trembling coasts , Defiled each hallow'd fane , and sacred wood , And , drunk with fury , swell ...
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BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bends beneath blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair fear FLORIO flowers fond friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour Kilmeny knew Lautaro LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks round round the twisted scene seem'd shade shines shore sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stood stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings wood youth
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Page 467 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 137 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 138 - The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Page 137 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 441 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Page 454 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Page 155 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 442 - So might some old man speak in the aftertime To all the people, winning reverence. But now much honour and much fame were lost.
Page 20 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Page 192 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...