Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 էջ |
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... o'er a slave , - A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child , yet glorious in the might Of heaven - born freedom on thy being's height , Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke ...
... o'er a slave , - A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child , yet glorious in the might Of heaven - born freedom on thy being's height , Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke ...
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... o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been , and other palms are won . Thanks to the human heart by which we live , Thanks to its tenderness , its joys , and fears , - To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do ...
... o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been , and other palms are won . Thanks to the human heart by which we live , Thanks to its tenderness , its joys , and fears , - To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do ...
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... o'er the spirit of my dream . There was an ancient mansion , and before Its walls there was a steed caparison'd : Within an antique oratory stood The boy of whom I spake ; -he was alone , And pale , and pacing to and fro : anon He sate ...
... o'er the spirit of my dream . There was an ancient mansion , and before Its walls there was a steed caparison'd : Within an antique oratory stood The boy of whom I spake ; -he was alone , And pale , and pacing to and fro : anon He sate ...
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... o'er the spirit of my dream . The boy was sprung to manhood : in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home , And his soul drank their sunbeams ; he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like what he had ...
... o'er the spirit of my dream . The boy was sprung to manhood : in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home , And his soul drank their sunbeams ; he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like what he had ...
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... o'er the spirit of my dream . The wanderer was return'd . I saw him stand Before an altar , with a gentle bride : Her face was fair , -but was not that which made The starlight of his boyhood ! as he stood Even at the altar , o'er his ...
... o'er the spirit of my dream . The wanderer was return'd . I saw him stand Before an altar , with a gentle bride : Her face was fair , -but was not that which made The starlight of his boyhood ! as he stood Even at the altar , o'er his ...
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Էջ 276 - 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 tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Էջ 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Էջ 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Էջ 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Էջ 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Էջ 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Էջ 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Էջ 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Էջ 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Էջ 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.