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... birds , I heard those first , delightful words , " Thou hast a child ! " Along with that uprising dew Tears glisten'd in my eyes , though few , To hail a dawning quite as new To me , as Time : It was not sorrow - not annoy— But like a ...
... birds , I heard those first , delightful words , " Thou hast a child ! " Along with that uprising dew Tears glisten'd in my eyes , though few , To hail a dawning quite as new To me , as Time : It was not sorrow - not annoy— But like a ...
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... deafen'd by a crowd Of undistinguish'd birds , a twittering race ; But only lark and nightingale forlorn Fill up the silences of night and morn . ΤΟ V. A My heart is sick with longing , SONNETS . 47 FALSE POETS AND TRUE.
... deafen'd by a crowd Of undistinguish'd birds , a twittering race ; But only lark and nightingale forlorn Fill up the silences of night and morn . ΤΟ V. A My heart is sick with longing , SONNETS . 47 FALSE POETS AND TRUE.
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... birds of many dyes , From tree to tree still faring to and fro , And stately peacocks with their splendid eyes , And gorgeous pheasants with their golden glow , Like Iris just bedabbled in her bow , Besides some vocalists , without a ...
... birds of many dyes , From tree to tree still faring to and fro , And stately peacocks with their splendid eyes , And gorgeous pheasants with their golden glow , Like Iris just bedabbled in her bow , Besides some vocalists , without a ...
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... skin from a sweet rose's cheek , Then blows the shuddering leaf between his lips , Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek , Like a fray'd bird in the grey owlet's beak , VIII . And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken 60 THE PLEA OF THE.
... skin from a sweet rose's cheek , Then blows the shuddering leaf between his lips , Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek , Like a fray'd bird in the grey owlet's beak , VIII . And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken 60 THE PLEA OF THE.
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... birds refused to sing for me - all things Disown'd their old allegiance to our spells ; The rude bees prick'd me ... bird , too crafty to be shot , That alway cometh with his soot - black coat To make hearts dreary : —for he is a blot ...
... birds refused to sing for me - all things Disown'd their old allegiance to our spells ; The rude bees prick'd me ... bird , too crafty to be shot , That alway cometh with his soot - black coat To make hearts dreary : —for he is a blot ...
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Page 244 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
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 246 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember...
Page 279 - 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, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Page 214 - Would I had been, fair Ines, That gallant cavalier, Who rode so gaily by thy side, And whisper'd thee so near! Were there no bonny dames at home, Or no true lovers here, That he should cross the seas to win The dearest of the dear ? 1 saw thee, lovely Ines, Descend along...
Page 270 - t not enough to vex our souls, And fill our eyes, that we have set Our love upon a rose's leaf, Our hearts upon a violet ? Blue eyes, red cheeks, are frailer yet ; And, sometimes, at their swift decay Beforehand we must fret : The roses bud and bloom again ; But love may haunt the grave of love, And watch the mould in vain.
Page 227 - Till shade and silence waken up as one, And Morning sings with a warm odorous mouth. Where are the merry birds ? — Away, away, On panting wings through the inclement skies, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noon-day, And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes.
Page 255 - THE stars are with the voyager Wherever he may sail ; The moon is constant to her time ; The sun will never fail ; But follow, follow round the world, The green earth and the sea ; So love is with the lover's heart, Wherever he may be.
Page 250 - THE WATER LADY. ALAS, the moon should ever beam To show what man should never see !I saw a maiden on a stream, And fair was she ! I...
Page 9 - Press her lips the while they glow With love that they have often told, — Hereafter thou mayst press in woe, And kiss them till thine own are cold. Press her lips the while they glow!