The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck |
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... stream , The May - fly on the lake ? Or if , by instinct taught to know Approaching dearth of insect food , To isles and willowy aits you go , And crowding on the pliant bough , Sink in the dimpling flood : How learn ye , while the cold ...
... stream , The May - fly on the lake ? Or if , by instinct taught to know Approaching dearth of insect food , To isles and willowy aits you go , And crowding on the pliant bough , Sink in the dimpling flood : How learn ye , while the cold ...
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... stream That from the hill wells forth , bright now and clear , Or after rain with chalky mixture grey , But still refreshing in its shallow course The cottage garden ; most for use design'd , Yet not of beauty destitute . The vine ...
... stream That from the hill wells forth , bright now and clear , Or after rain with chalky mixture grey , But still refreshing in its shallow course The cottage garden ; most for use design'd , Yet not of beauty destitute . The vine ...
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... streams distil ; High pois'd in air her spiry neck she bends , Rolls her keen eye , her dragon - claws extends , Darts from above , and tears at each fell swoop With iron fangs the decimated troop . Now o'er their head the whizzing ...
... streams distil ; High pois'd in air her spiry neck she bends , Rolls her keen eye , her dragon - claws extends , Darts from above , and tears at each fell swoop With iron fangs the decimated troop . Now o'er their head the whizzing ...
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... streaming eyes her woes express , Or Virtue braves unmerited distress ; Love sighs in sympathy , with pain combin'd , And new - born Pity charms the kindred mind ; The enamour'd Sorrow every cheek bedews , And Taste impassion'd woos the ...
... streaming eyes her woes express , Or Virtue braves unmerited distress ; Love sighs in sympathy , with pain combin'd , And new - born Pity charms the kindred mind ; The enamour'd Sorrow every cheek bedews , And Taste impassion'd woos the ...
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... stream , Thou nameless Rivulet , who , from the side Of Lewesdon softly welling forth , dost trip Adown the valley , wandering sportively . Alas ! how soon thy little course will end ! How soon thy infant stream shall lose itself In the ...
... stream , Thou nameless Rivulet , who , from the side Of Lewesdon softly welling forth , dost trip Adown the valley , wandering sportively . Alas ! how soon thy little course will end ! How soon thy infant stream shall lose itself In the ...
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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...