The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck Harper & brothers, 1858 - 616 pagina's |
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Pagina 18
... dear eyes ( Blest be the art that can immortalize , The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it , ) here shines on me still the same . Faithful remembrancer of one so dear , O welcome guest , though unexpected here ! Who ...
... dear eyes ( Blest be the art that can immortalize , The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it , ) here shines on me still the same . Faithful remembrancer of one so dear , O welcome guest , though unexpected here ! Who ...
Pagina 19
... would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ; -the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd , perhaps I might.- But no - what here we call our life is such , LINES TO MY MOTHER'S PICTURE . So little to be 19 COWPER . PAGE PAGE.
... would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ; -the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd , perhaps I might.- But no - what here we call our life is such , LINES TO MY MOTHER'S PICTURE . So little to be 19 COWPER . PAGE PAGE.
Pagina 23
... dear , Than the dull offspring in the torpid sphere , Where her warm wishes , and affections kind , Lose their bright current in the stagnant mind . Here grief and joy so suddenly unite , That anguish serves to sublimate delight . " She ...
... dear , Than the dull offspring in the torpid sphere , Where her warm wishes , and affections kind , Lose their bright current in the stagnant mind . Here grief and joy so suddenly unite , That anguish serves to sublimate delight . " She ...
Pagina 30
... shepherd - girls from eyes profane shall hide The gentle bird , who sings of pity best : For still thy voice shall soft affections move . And still be dear to sorrow , and to love ! I ONCE was happy , when , while yet a 30.
... shepherd - girls from eyes profane shall hide The gentle bird , who sings of pity best : For still thy voice shall soft affections move . And still be dear to sorrow , and to love ! I ONCE was happy , when , while yet a 30.
Pagina 60
... dear be into danger led ; Their head the gown has hooded , and their call In this sad night is piercing like the squall ; They feel their kinds of power , and when they meet , Chide , fondle , weep , dare , threaten , or entreat . See ...
... dear be into danger led ; Their head the gown has hooded , and their call In this sad night is piercing like the squall ; They feel their kinds of power , and when they meet , Chide , fondle , weep , dare , threaten , or entreat . See ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bend beneath bosom Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath 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 friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny knew LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mortal decay mother murmurs never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride PRISONER OF CHILLON rocks rose round scene seem'd shade shadows shines shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere 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 wild wind wings wood youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 138 - Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Pagina 486 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago — That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow.
Pagina 175 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, \ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Pagina 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Pagina 155 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, ( A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. ' Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Pagina 446 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Pagina 221 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Pagina 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 pass'd into the skies.
Pagina 480 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Pagina 445 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.