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... night , Her breathing soft and low , As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro . So silently we seem'd to speak , So slowly mov'd about , As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out . Our very hopes belied ...
... night , Her breathing soft and low , As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro . So silently we seem'd to speak , So slowly mov'd about , As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out . Our very hopes belied ...
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... night— Colder , colder , colder still , Upward steals a vapour chill ; Strong the earthy odour grows- I smell the mould above the rose ! Welcome Life ! the Spirit strives ! Strength returns and hope revives ; Cloudy fears and shapes ...
... night— Colder , colder , colder still , Upward steals a vapour chill ; Strong the earthy odour grows- I smell the mould above the rose ! Welcome Life ! the Spirit strives ! Strength returns and hope revives ; Cloudy fears and shapes ...
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... night , My dreaming in the day ; The very echo of my heart , The blessing when I pray : I love thee - I love thee ! Is all that I can say . I love thee - I love thee ! Is ever on my tongue ; In all my proudest poesy , That chorus still ...
... night , My dreaming in the day ; The very echo of my heart , The blessing when I pray : I love thee - I love thee ! Is all that I can say . I love thee - I love thee ! Is ever on my tongue ; In all my proudest poesy , That chorus still ...
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... night , and bound upon their prey by stealth ? Yet did'st thou ne'er restore my fainting health ?. Did'st thou ne'er murmur gently like the dove ? Nay , did'st thou not against my own dear shore Full break , last link between my land ...
... night , and bound upon their prey by stealth ? Yet did'st thou ne'er restore my fainting health ?. Did'st thou ne'er murmur gently like the dove ? Nay , did'st thou not against my own dear shore Full break , last link between my land ...
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... noisy day is 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.
... noisy day is 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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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!