PoemsSorin and Ball, 1845 - 329 էջ |
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... of men Come back , when night her folding veil hath spread , The long remembered dead ! But not with thee might ought save glory dwell- Fade , fade away , thou shore of Asphodel ! It was the opinion of Dr. Spurzheim , an accurate ( x )
... of men Come back , when night her folding veil hath spread , The long remembered dead ! But not with thee might ought save glory dwell- Fade , fade away , thou shore of Asphodel ! It was the opinion of Dr. Spurzheim , an accurate ( x )
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... hath been , Through the leaves , pouring its dark sultry blue Into your glowing hearts ; the bee to you Hath murmur'd , and the rill . My soul grows faint With passionate yearning , as its quick dreams paint Your haunts by dell and ...
... hath been , Through the leaves , pouring its dark sultry blue Into your glowing hearts ; the bee to you Hath murmur'd , and the rill . My soul grows faint With passionate yearning , as its quick dreams paint Your haunts by dell and ...
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... hath grown wild , And sinn'd in her despair ! It well may be , That Thou wouldst lead my spirit back to Thee , By the crush'd hope too long on this world pour'd , The stricken love which hath perchance adored A mortal in Thy place ! Now ...
... hath grown wild , And sinn'd in her despair ! It well may be , That Thou wouldst lead my spirit back to Thee , By the crush'd hope too long on this world pour'd , The stricken love which hath perchance adored A mortal in Thy place ! Now ...
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... hast been gather'd into my dark fate Too much ; too long , for my sake , desolate Hath been thine exiled youth ; but now take back , From dying hands thy freedom , and retrack ( After a few kind tears for her whose days Went out in ...
... hast been gather'd into my dark fate Too much ; too long , for my sake , desolate Hath been thine exiled youth ; but now take back , From dying hands thy freedom , and retrack ( After a few kind tears for her whose days Went out in ...
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... hath resumed her throne O'er the vast works of ages flown . Was it for this that many a pile , Pride of Illissus and of Nile , To Anio's banks the image lent Of each imperial monument ? Now Athens weeps her scatter'd fanes , Thy temples ...
... hath resumed her throne O'er the vast works of ages flown . Was it for this that many a pile , Pride of Illissus and of Nile , To Anio's banks the image lent Of each imperial monument ? Now Athens weeps her scatter'd fanes , Thy temples ...
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Էջ 106 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Էջ 10 - Her lot is on you !— silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sumless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds— a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray!
Էջ 112 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Էջ 242 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Էջ 109 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Էջ 241 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Էջ 108 - Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee ! - but thou art not of those That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey.
Էջ 243 - That weigh'd their dark fringe down, to sit and watch The crimson deepening o'er his cheek's repose, As at a red flower's heart : and where a fount Lay, like a twilight star, midst palmy shades, Making its banks green gems along the wild, There too she...
Էջ 126 - Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-coloured shells, Bright things which gleam unrecked of, and in vain. — Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy Sea ! We ask not such from thee. Yet more, the Depths have more ! What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.1 — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main...
Էջ 107 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves. The free, fair Homes of England ! Long, long, in hut and hall, May hearts of native proof be reared To guard each hallowed wall! And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God !* THE SICILIAN CAPTIVE.