Repentance: And Other PoemsLongman, 1829 - 118 pages |
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Page 30
... heavy touch , It spreads its mantle gay . While the cold ivy only gives , As it shivereth , thoughts of fear , The closely - clinging moss still lives , Like a friend , for ever near ! But oh ! I love the bright moss most , 30.
... heavy touch , It spreads its mantle gay . While the cold ivy only gives , As it shivereth , thoughts of fear , The closely - clinging moss still lives , Like a friend , for ever near ! But oh ! I love the bright moss most , 30.
Page 35
... , Like to an earthquake ; and the hopes and fears Of many hearts , the vessel and its freight , Are shivered , scattered into nameless things ; And all that was therein for ever lost ! D 2 Is it not like the heart - the human heart 35.
... , Like to an earthquake ; and the hopes and fears Of many hearts , the vessel and its freight , Are shivered , scattered into nameless things ; And all that was therein for ever lost ! D 2 Is it not like the heart - the human heart 35.
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... fear was rife , Like flowers that bowed , but broke not with the strife . They followed to his tomb , and saw him laid , Even as a mortal , in the darkening dust ; With streaming eyes his resting - place surveyed , But never failed a ...
... fear was rife , Like flowers that bowed , but broke not with the strife . They followed to his tomb , and saw him laid , Even as a mortal , in the darkening dust ; With streaming eyes his resting - place surveyed , But never failed a ...
Page 73
... On the world thou leav'st behind . Thou hast left the waving wood , Where thy cry spread fear around ; Thou hast left the solitude , That ne'er heard another sound ; And the fresh and flowery plains , And the gentle The Eagle on the Wing.
... On the world thou leav'st behind . Thou hast left the waving wood , Where thy cry spread fear around ; Thou hast left the solitude , That ne'er heard another sound ; And the fresh and flowery plains , And the gentle The Eagle on the Wing.
Page 75
... 'st the earth must be But a scene of fear and pain . Sail on , proud bird , from earth , Wilt thou not ' scape the snare ? Ah ! freedom were little worth , That thy loved ones could not share ! ' Tis thus with the parting soul , When it 75.
... 'st the earth must be But a scene of fear and pain . Sail on , proud bird , from earth , Wilt thou not ' scape the snare ? Ah ! freedom were little worth , That thy loved ones could not share ! ' Tis thus with the parting soul , When it 75.
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Amidst art thou azure beautiful bliss blossoms bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm cheek clouds dark dear death decay doth dream dwell earth earthly eyes fading fair fear Floating flowers gaze gems Gleamed glory glow green hath heard heart holy leaves life's light look love me better love to look loves me best loves me best?-my lutes melody mighty mingled mirth moss mother nought o'er ocean old grey stone passing peace peace of God pinions place of rest pure purple violet Remember rose rosebud sails sculptured stone sleeping smile soft solitude sorrow soul sparkling spring stars stirred stormless strife summer sunbeam sunny sweet sweet dream tears tempest thine things Thou hast left Thou wilt thought thunder Thy kingdom Time's tomb tone trembling trust in heaven Unto voice wandered waves Whene'er wherefore wild wind wing withered youth
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Page 105 - Our life is two-fold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy...
Page 89 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Page 79 - Yet perhaps it loves me because I bring To its cage the drops from the clearest spring, And hang green branches around the door : Something surely must love me more. Who loves me best? My sister fair, With her laughing eyes and clustering hair — Who flowers around my head doth twine — Who presseth her rosy lips to mine — Who singeth me songs in her artless glee : Can any love me better than she ? Yet, when I asked, that sister confess'd, Of all, she did not love me the best ! Who loves me best?
Page 95 - THE CLOUDS. THE clouds ! the clouds ! they are beautiful When they sleep on the soft spring sky, As if the sun to rest could lull Their snowy company; And as the wind springs up they start, And career o'er the azure plain, And before the course of the breezes dart, To scatter their balmy rain. The clouds ! the clouds! how change their forms With every passing breath; And now a glancing sunbeam warms, And now they look cold as death! Oh ! often...
Page 97 - Now it shews their folds between, As if a silver veil were rent From the jewelled brow of a queen. The clouds ! the clouds ! they are the lid To the lightning's flashing eye ; And in their fleecy...
Page 81 - He who formed those frail, dear things, To which thy young heart fondly clings, — Even though all should forsake thee still, He would protect thee through every ill. Oh, is not such love worth all the rest ? — Child ! it is God who loves thee best !
Page 96 - ... glancing sunbeam warms, And now they look cold as death ! Oh ! often and often have I escaped From the stir of the noisy crowd, And a thousand fanciful visions shaped On the face of a passing cloud. The clouds ! the clouds ! round the sun at night, They come like a band of slaves, They are only bright in their master's light, And each in his glory laves.
Page 78 - Who loves me best ? — my father dear, Who loveth to have me always near ; He whom I fly each eve to meet, When past away is the noontide heat ; Who from the bank where the sunbeam lies.
Page 78 - That she some time must pass away : Who then shall shield me from earthly ill? Some one must love me better still Who loves me best ? — My father dear, Who loveth to have me always near ; He whom I fly each eve to meet, When...