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... Heaven . J. E. RANKIN . " THE HOUSEHOLD SOVEREIGN . " FROM THE HANGING OF THE CRANE . " SEATED I see the two again , But not alone ; they entertain A little angel unaware , With face as round as is the moon ; A royal guest with flaxen ...
... Heaven . J. E. RANKIN . " THE HOUSEHOLD SOVEREIGN . " FROM THE HANGING OF THE CRANE . " SEATED I see the two again , But not alone ; they entertain A little angel unaware , With face as round as is the moon ; A royal guest with flaxen ...
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... Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place ; Joy have I had ; and going hence I bear away my recompense . In spots like these it is we prize Our Memory , feel that she hath eyes : Then why should I be loath to stir ? I ...
... Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place ; Joy have I had ; and going hence I bear away my recompense . In spots like these it is we prize Our Memory , feel that she hath eyes : Then why should I be loath to stir ? I ...
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... heaven to gaudy day denies . One shade the more , one ray the less , Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o'er her face , Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure , how dear ...
... heaven to gaudy day denies . One shade the more , one ray the less , Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o'er her face , Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure , how dear ...
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... Heaven go with her ! Kneel undisturbed , fair saint ! Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and duly ; I will not enter there , To sully your pure prayer With thoughts unruly . But suffer me to pace Round the forbidden place , Lingering ...
... Heaven go with her ! Kneel undisturbed , fair saint ! Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and duly ; I will not enter there , To sully your pure prayer With thoughts unruly . But suffer me to pace Round the forbidden place , Lingering ...
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... heaven , For they are guiding stars , benignly given To tempt my footsteps to the upward way ; And if I dwell too fondly in thy sight , I live and love in God's peculiar light . MICHAEL ANGELO ( Italian ) . Translation of J. E. TAYLOR ...
... heaven , For they are guiding stars , benignly given To tempt my footsteps to the upward way ; And if I dwell too fondly in thy sight , I live and love in God's peculiar light . MICHAEL ANGELO ( Italian ) . Translation of J. E. TAYLOR ...
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Page 514 - for Aix is in sight!" " How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 116 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 208 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Page 115 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Page 415 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
Page 404 - Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk ; And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee...
Page 239 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
Page 317 - 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, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Page 377 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 687 - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place...