Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 pages |
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... thee : Thy chains were freedom , and thy toils repose , Could the poor post - horse tell thee all his woes ; Show thee his bleeding shoulders , and unfold The dreadful anguish he endures for gold ; Hired at each call of business , lust ...
... thee : Thy chains were freedom , and thy toils repose , Could the poor post - horse tell thee all his woes ; Show thee his bleeding shoulders , and unfold The dreadful anguish he endures for gold ; Hired at each call of business , lust ...
Page 62
... thee still waves th ' enchanting wand , And every nook of thine is fairy land , And ever will be , though the axe should smite In Gain's rude service , and in Pity's spite , Thy clustering alders , and at length invade The last , last ...
... thee still waves th ' enchanting wand , And every nook of thine is fairy land , And ever will be , though the axe should smite In Gain's rude service , and in Pity's spite , Thy clustering alders , and at length invade The last , last ...
Page 63
... thee up again : Companion of the lonely hour ! Spring thirty times hath fed with rain And clothed with leaves my humble bower , Since thou hast stood In frame of wood , On chest or window by my side : At every birth still thou wert near ...
... thee up again : Companion of the lonely hour ! Spring thirty times hath fed with rain And clothed with leaves my humble bower , Since thou hast stood In frame of wood , On chest or window by my side : At every birth still thou wert near ...
Page 83
... thee thy earth , thy sea , thy every isle , One element of fire . - On yonder brow The blazing flood , that drank the deep below , Tower'd in its rage o'er Epomeo's pile ; The blast sulphureous from Agnano flows , And green Astroni's ...
... thee thy earth , thy sea , thy every isle , One element of fire . - On yonder brow The blazing flood , that drank the deep below , Tower'd in its rage o'er Epomeo's pile ; The blast sulphureous from Agnano flows , And green Astroni's ...
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... thee on my lap to rest , While lazy suns wheel by , There dream of her thou fanciest , And wake , and find her nigh : And I will lead thee to a grove Where hangs a lute attuned by love . That lute by Love to me was lent , Sweet notes ...
... thee on my lap to rest , While lazy suns wheel by , There dream of her thou fanciest , And wake , and find her nigh : And I will lead thee to a grove Where hangs a lute attuned by love . That lute by Love to me was lent , Sweet notes ...
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Page 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Page 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Page 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Page 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Page 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.