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... mingled ivy's green ; It is so fair that we forget Its beauty but deceives , And think , almost without regret , On Summer's withering leaves ! They are dearer still , when one by one , We watch them fade and fall , — ' There is a ...
... mingled ivy's green ; It is so fair that we forget Its beauty but deceives , And think , almost without regret , On Summer's withering leaves ! They are dearer still , when one by one , We watch them fade and fall , — ' There is a ...
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... mingled the early snows of care ; There were eyes , but where was their once bright hue ? A mist of tears had dimmed their blue : Oh , I brooked not to look on those altered things , And I stayed not there my wanderings ! I went to fair ...
... mingled the early snows of care ; There were eyes , but where was their once bright hue ? A mist of tears had dimmed their blue : Oh , I brooked not to look on those altered things , And I stayed not there my wanderings ! I went to fair ...
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... mingling in the song , Where still his eye , amidst the gladsome stir , Turned from more beauteous forms to gaze on her ; He had beheld her bending o'er the page Of many a poet and long buried sage , And seen the fresh enthusiasm arise ...
... mingling in the song , Where still his eye , amidst the gladsome stir , Turned from more beauteous forms to gaze on her ; He had beheld her bending o'er the page Of many a poet and long buried sage , And seen the fresh enthusiasm arise ...
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... mingling melodies Of lutes and voices in soft harmony , Breathing up praise to thee ? Or shall we bring the treasures of the field , When the rich autumn fills her flowing horn ; The russet fruits the loaded branches yield , ― The ...
... mingling melodies Of lutes and voices in soft harmony , Breathing up praise to thee ? Or shall we bring the treasures of the field , When the rich autumn fills her flowing horn ; The russet fruits the loaded branches yield , ― The ...
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... mingling voices rise Through the still evening dim , Ascending gently to the skies , In their sweet vesper hymn ; And ' midst them all her voice is heard , Floating the softliest o'er each word . They part - their evening song is done ...
... mingling voices rise Through the still evening dim , Ascending gently to the skies , In their sweet vesper hymn ; And ' midst them all her voice is heard , Floating the softliest o'er each word . They part - their evening song is done ...
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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...