The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott |
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... wings ; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial tower . CALM AND STORM . OFT when the winter storm had ceas'd to rave , He roam'd the snowy waste at even , to view The cloud stupendous ...
... wings ; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial tower . CALM AND STORM . OFT when the winter storm had ceas'd to rave , He roam'd the snowy waste at even , to view The cloud stupendous ...
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... wings , to shoot athwart the sky . One cultivated spot there was , that spread Its flowery bosom to the noonday beam , Where many a rosebud rears its blushing head , And herbs for food with future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the lulling ...
... wings , to shoot athwart the sky . One cultivated spot there was , that spread Its flowery bosom to the noonday beam , Where many a rosebud rears its blushing head , And herbs for food with future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the lulling ...
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... wing ? " Oft let Remembrance sooth his mind With dreams of former days , When , in the lap of Peace reclin'd , He fram'd his infant lays ; When Fancy rov'd at large , nor Care Nor cold Distrust alarm'd , Nor Envy with malignant glare ...
... wing ? " Oft let Remembrance sooth his mind With dreams of former days , When , in the lap of Peace reclin'd , He fram'd his infant lays ; When Fancy rov'd at large , nor Care Nor cold Distrust alarm'd , Nor Envy with malignant glare ...
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... wings of Fancy still are free , And I can view this mimic show of thee , Time has but half succeeded in his theft- Thyself remov'd , thy pow'r to soothe me left . HAYLEY . " WELL may'st thou bend o'er this congenial 20 LINES TO MY ...
... wings of Fancy still are free , And I can view this mimic show of thee , Time has but half succeeded in his theft- Thyself remov'd , thy pow'r to soothe me left . HAYLEY . " WELL may'st thou bend o'er this congenial 20 LINES TO MY ...
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... wing , And hail'd her as she pass'd . Come , summer visitant , attach To my reed - roof your nest of clay , And let my ear your music catch , Low twittering underneath the thatch , At the grey dawn of day . As fables tell , an Indian ...
... wing , And hail'd her as she pass'd . Come , summer visitant , attach To my reed - roof your nest of clay , And let my ear your music catch , Low twittering underneath the thatch , At the grey dawn of day . As fables tell , an Indian ...
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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 162 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, , Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Page 132 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 180 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormv winds do blow.
Page 179 - 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...
Page 136 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 118 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 204 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 115 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Page 172 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...