The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott Harper & Brothers, 1878 - 674 pagina's |
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Pagina 13
... hath made thee what thou art - a cave For owls to roost in . Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign ; and the num'rous flocks That graz'd it stood beneath that ample cope Uncrowded , yet safe - shelter'd from the storm . No ...
... hath made thee what thou art - a cave For owls to roost in . Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign ; and the num'rous flocks That graz'd it stood beneath that ample cope Uncrowded , yet safe - shelter'd from the storm . No ...
Pagina 14
Robert Aris Willmott. What exhibitions various hath the world Witness'd of mutability , in all That we account most durable below ! Change is the diet on which all subsist , Created changeable , and change at last Destroys them . Skies ...
Robert Aris Willmott. What exhibitions various hath the world Witness'd of mutability , in all That we account most durable below ! Change is the diet on which all subsist , Created changeable , and change at last Destroys them . Skies ...
Pagina 42
... hath Nature drest thee up Against the birth of May ; and , vested so , Thou dost appear more gracefully array'd Than fashion - mongering fops , whose gaudy shows , Fantastical as are a sick man's dreams , From vanity to costly vanity ...
... hath Nature drest thee up Against the birth of May ; and , vested so , Thou dost appear more gracefully array'd Than fashion - mongering fops , whose gaudy shows , Fantastical as are a sick man's dreams , From vanity to costly vanity ...
Pagina 43
... hath deck'd anew the meads With flowery vesture , and the warmer sun Their foggy moistness drain'd ; in wintry days Cold , vapourish , miry , wet , and to the flocks Unfriendly , when autumnal rains begin To drench the spungy turf ; but ...
... hath deck'd anew the meads With flowery vesture , and the warmer sun Their foggy moistness drain'd ; in wintry days Cold , vapourish , miry , wet , and to the flocks Unfriendly , when autumnal rains begin To drench the spungy turf ; but ...
Pagina 45
... hath pass'd on it , and its dim bulk Becomes annihilate , or if not , a spot Which the strain'd vision tires itself to find . And even so fares it with the things of earth Which seem most constant : there will come the cloud That shall ...
... hath pass'd on it , and its dim bulk Becomes annihilate , or if not , a spot Which the strain'd vision tires itself to find . And even so fares it with the things of earth Which seem most constant : there will come the cloud That shall ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
AMELIA OPIE beam beauty bends beneath blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud cold dark dead dear deep delight Ditto dread dream earth EPICURUS F. O. C. Darley fair Fancy flowers fond gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hath heard heart heaven hill holy hour Kilmeny Lautaro LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look look'd lov'd MARY TIGHE morning mountains murmur Nature's never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket Orra pride rocks round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seem'd shade shines shore sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood storm stout spurs stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought trembling Twas vale VISIT FROM ST voice W. D. Howells wandering wave weep wild winds wings woods youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 446 - Pray for my soul. 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 t For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Pagina 468 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Pagina 466 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Pagina 468 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 446 - Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Pagina 187 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Pagina 463 - God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...
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!