Poems, Volume 1Wiley and Putnam, 1846 - 229 pages |
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... trembling birds betake them to the sky , For every leaf was lifted by his sigh . XIX . " And ever as he sigh'd , his foggy breath Blurr'd out the landscape like a flight of smoke : Thence knew I this was either dreary Death Or Time ...
... trembling birds betake them to the sky , For every leaf was lifted by his sigh . XIX . " And ever as he sigh'd , his foggy breath Blurr'd out the landscape like a flight of smoke : Thence knew I this was either dreary Death Or Time ...
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... tremble while it rings ! " XXXV , Then next a fair Eve - Fay made meek address , Saying , " We be the handmaids of the Spring , In sign whereof , May , the quaint broideress , Hath wrought her samplers on our gauzy wing . We tend upon ...
... tremble while it rings ! " XXXV , Then next a fair Eve - Fay made meek address , Saying , " We be the handmaids of the Spring , In sign whereof , May , the quaint broideress , Hath wrought her samplers on our gauzy wing . We tend upon ...
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... trembling stand All round Titania , like the queen bee's band , With sighs and tears and very shrieks of woe ! — Meanwhile , some moving argument I plann'd , To make the stern Shade merciful , —when lo ! He drops his fatal scythe ...
... trembling stand All round Titania , like the queen bee's band , With sighs and tears and very shrieks of woe ! — Meanwhile , some moving argument I plann'd , To make the stern Shade merciful , —when lo ! He drops his fatal scythe ...
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... trembling stag , When , with a bursting heart beset with fears , He feels his saving speed begin to flag ; For then they quench the fatal taint with tears , And prompt fresh shifts in his alarum'd ears , So piteously they view all ...
... trembling stag , When , with a bursting heart beset with fears , He feels his saving speed begin to flag ; For then they quench the fatal taint with tears , And prompt fresh shifts in his alarum'd ears , So piteously they view all ...
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... trembling and faint , Blends with the hollow sobbings of the sea ; Like the sad music of a siren's plaint , But shriller than Leander's voice should be , Unless the wintry death had changed its tone , - Wherefore she thinks she hears ...
... trembling and faint , Blends with the hollow sobbings of the sea ; Like the sad music of a siren's plaint , But shriller than Leander's voice should be , Unless the wintry death had changed its tone , - Wherefore she thinks she hears ...
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Page 3 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 145 - The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone, With the last leaves for a love-rosary...
Page 135 - Beneath the stroke, and even find Some sugar in the cane ! The Arabian Nights rehearsed in bed ! The Fairy Tales in school-time read, By stealth, 'twixt verb and noun ! The angel form that always...
Page 215 - Thy taws are brave ! — thy tops are rare ! Our tops are spun with coils of care, Our dumps are no delight ! — The Elgin marbles are but tame, And 'tis at best a sorry game To fly the Muse's kite ! Our hearts are dough, our heels are lead, Our topmost joys fall dull and dead, Like balls with no rebound ! And often with a faded eye We look behind, and send a sigh Towards that merry ground ! Then be contented. Thou hast got The most of heaven in thy young lot...
Page 134 - Twas paper'd o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote — my present dreams Will never soar so high ! My joys are wingless all and dead ; My dumps are made of more than lead ; My flights soon find a fall ; My fears prevail, my fancies droop, Joy never cometh with a hoop, And seldom with a call ! My...
Page vii - FAREWELL life ! my senses swim, And the world is growing dim : Thronging shadows cloud the light, Like the advent of the night — Colder, colder, colder still, Upward steals a vapor chill ; Strong the earthy odor grows — I smell the mould above the rose ! Welcome life ! the spirit strives ! • Strength returns and hope revives; Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn Fly like shadows at the morn, — O'er the earth there comes a bloom ; Sunny light for sullen gloom, Warm perfume for vapor cold — I...
Page 170 - Be lapp'd in alien clay and laid below ; It is not death to know this, — but to know That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go So duly and so oft, — and when grass waves Over the past-away, there may be then No resurrection in the minds of men.
Page 145 - On panting wings through the inclement skies, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noonday, And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes. Where are the blooms of Summer ? — In the west, Blushing their last to the last sunny hours. When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest Like tearful Proserpine, snatch'd from her flow'rs To a most gloomy breast.
Page 173 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea...
Page 133 - When that I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the tear-drop from my eye, To cast a look behind ! FAIR INES.