A Widow's Tale: And Other PoemsB.J. Holdsworth, 1827 - 155 pagina's |
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amid beauty BERNARD BARTON billows blast blessing blest bloom blossom bow'd breast breeze bright brighter brow CANUTE clouds crowded streets dark darkest hour dear death deep delightful Spring doom dread dream e'en earth faded faith fame fancy fearful feelings fiery furnace flowers fond gentle gloom glorious glory glowing grace grave greet grief haste hath heart heaven heavenly holy Hope's hopes hopes and fears hour hush'd IDOLATRY immortal light lisping live lov'd matin meed memory MORELL'S morn mournful muse nigh night numbers o'er Ocean's pass'd path peace pensive Praise the Lord prayer PSALM rear'd rise round scene seem'd sigh sight silent sinking smile song SONNET sorrow soul sound splendour starless starless night stars stormy sunny sweet tale thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy Spirit tone tread unto vale of tears vision waves wind wreath
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Pagina 66 - NOT ours the vows of such as plight Their troth in sunny weather, While leaves are green, and skies are bright, To walk on flowers together. But we have loved as those who tread The thorny path of sorrow, With clouds above, and cause to dread Yet deeper gloom to-morrow. That thorny path, those stormy skies, Have drawn our spirits nearer; And rendered us, by sorrow's ties, Each to the other dearer. Love, born in...
Pagina 31 - Now I have spoken, do thy will ; Be life or death my lot, Since Britain's throne no more I fill, To me it matters not. My fame is clear ; but on my fate Thy glory or thy shame must wait.
Pagina 28 - Silent his fellow-captives' grief, As fearless spoke the Island Chief: " Think not, thou eagle Lord of Rome, And master of the world, Though victory's banner o'er thy dome...
Pagina 57 - Maintain'd that lingering spell which age endears, And while he told his tale his eyes were dim with tears. But not with tears of sorrow ; — for the eye Is often wet with joy and gratitude ; And well his faltering voice, and tear, and sigh Declared a heart by thankfulness subdued : Brief feelings of regret might there intrude, Like clouds which shade awhile the moon's fair light ; But meek submission soon her power...
Pagina 30 - Rome, with her palaces and towers, By us unwished, unreft, Her homely huts and woodland bowers To Britain might have left; Worthless to you their wealth must be, But dear to us, for they were free!
Pagina 74 - And stretched the fading blossom. And thus, I thought, with many a sigh, The hopes we fondly cherish, Like flowers which blossom but to die, Seem only born to perish. Once more, at eve, abroad I strayed, Through lonely hay-fields musing, While every breeze that round me played, Rich fragrance was diffusing.
Pagina 147 - IN visions which are not of night, a shadowy vale I see, The path of pilgrim tribes, who are, who have been, or shall be ; At either end are lowering clouds, impervious to the sight, And frequent shadows veil, throughout, each gleam of passing light. A path it is of joys and griefs, of many hopes and fears ; Gladdened at times by sunny smiles, but oftener dimmed by tears.
Pagina 60 - But more she loved the word, the smile, the look, Of those who rear'd her with religious care ; With fearful joy she conn'd that holy book, At whose unfolded page full many a prayer, In which her weal immortal had its share...
Pagina 30 - I might have bowed before, but where Had been thy triumph now? To my resolve no yoke to bear Thou ow'st thy laurelled brow; Inglorious victory had been thine, And more inglorious bondage mine. "Now I have spoken, do thy will; Be life or death my lot, Since Britain's throne no more...
Pagina 41 - They told him e'en the mighty deep His kingly sway confessed : That he could bid its billows leap Or still its stormy breast ! He smiled contemptuously, and cried, " Be then my boasted empire tried !" Down to the ocean's sounding shore The proud procession came, To see its billows' wild uproar King Canute's power proclaim ; Or, at his high and dread command, In gentle murmurs kiss the strand.