PoemsE. Moxon, 1839 - 48 pages |
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... bids her lover stay . Still , like aërial music heard from far , Nightly it rises with the evening - star . " She loves another ! Love was in that sigh ! " On the cold ground he throws himself to die . Fond Youth , beware . Thy heart is ...
... bids her lover stay . Still , like aërial music heard from far , Nightly it rises with the evening - star . " She loves another ! Love was in that sigh ! " On the cold ground he throws himself to die . Fond Youth , beware . Thy heart is ...
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... bidding rise , Thou wouldst call up and question . Graver things Come in their turn . Morning , and Evening , brings Its holy office ; and the sabbath - bell , That over wood and wild and mountain - dell Wanders so far , chasing all ...
... bidding rise , Thou wouldst call up and question . Graver things Come in their turn . Morning , and Evening , brings Its holy office ; and the sabbath - bell , That over wood and wild and mountain - dell Wanders so far , chasing all ...
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... bids , To Mecca from the Land of Pyramids , And in an instant lost- a hollow wave Of burning sand their everlasting grave ! — Now the scene shifts to Cashmere - to a glade Where , with her loved gazelle , the blue - eyed Maid ( Her ...
... bids , To Mecca from the Land of Pyramids , And in an instant lost- a hollow wave Of burning sand their everlasting grave ! — Now the scene shifts to Cashmere - to a glade Where , with her loved gazelle , the blue - eyed Maid ( Her ...
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... bids the youth beware how he accosts the man of many years . " " Thou shalt rise up be- fore the hoary head , and honour the face of an old man . " Leviticus . Among us , and wherever birth and possessions give rank and authority , the ...
... bids the youth beware how he accosts the man of many years . " " Thou shalt rise up be- fore the hoary head , and honour the face of an old man . " Leviticus . Among us , and wherever birth and possessions give rank and authority , the ...
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... bid her farewell , " I never liked your manner towards me better ; for I like when daughterly love and dear charity have no leisure to look to worldly courtesy . " - ROPER'S Life . Page 15 , col . 1 , line 29 . Her glory now , as ever ...
... bid her farewell , " I never liked your manner towards me better ; for I like when daughterly love and dear charity have no leisure to look to worldly courtesy . " - ROPER'S Life . Page 15 , col . 1 , line 29 . Her glory now , as ever ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest breathe bright called calm CANTO charm Cicero clouds Columbus controul Cortes courser dark delight desert shore dream Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gaze gentle glory glows grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hour human voice Icarius inspire light line 60 live look mind Muse night o'er once Pausanias Petrarch pleasure rapture resigned rise round rude sacred sail sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul South America spirit spring steals stood sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro Tigranes trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb virtue voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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Page 4 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Page 9 - Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! HUMAN LIFE.
Page 35 - CHILD of the sun ! pursue thy rapturous flight. Mingling with her thou lov'st in fields of light; And, where the flowers of paradise unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky Expand and shut with silent ecstasy ! Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day.
Page 19 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Page 6 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose...
Page 34 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Page 3 - Long may the ruin spare its hallowed guest ! As jars the hinge, what sullen echoes call ! Oh haste, unfold the hospitable hall ! That hall, where once, in antiquated state, The chair of justice held the grave debate.
Page 19 - Her parents, the duke and duchess, with all the household, gentlemen and gentlewomen, were hunting in the park. I found her in her chamber, reading...
Page 6 - Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn,' Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course. And many a stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confin'd!
Page 20 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.