City PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1857 - 190 pages |
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... trees of gold—– At which , mayhap , an angel audience sits , Mingling strange comment with its wildness . Then We talked about the painter , him who dwelt Within the white house on the moor , alone , No wife to love or hate , no human ...
... trees of gold—– At which , mayhap , an angel audience sits , Mingling strange comment with its wildness . Then We talked about the painter , him who dwelt Within the white house on the moor , alone , No wife to love or hate , no human ...
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... tree furred with emerald moss ; A wide grey windy sea bespecked with foam , A ship beneath bare poles against the rain ; Or thunder steeping all the sunny waste In ominous light . One keen clear autumn day The place was filled with ...
... tree furred with emerald moss ; A wide grey windy sea bespecked with foam , A ship beneath bare poles against the rain ; Or thunder steeping all the sunny waste In ominous light . One keen clear autumn day The place was filled with ...
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... trees that kept A great man's house a secret . He did not speak ; I felt that something hung upon his heart . When the great sunset burned itself away , There lay within the sleepy evening sky Dark purple slips of cloud , and shallow ...
... trees that kept A great man's house a secret . He did not speak ; I felt that something hung upon his heart . When the great sunset burned itself away , There lay within the sleepy evening sky Dark purple slips of cloud , and shallow ...
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... the dreary hills a mournful fringe of rain ; The gloaming closes slowly round , loud winds are in the tree , Round selfish shores for ever moans the hurt and wounded sea , There is no rest upon the earth , peace is 32 CITY POEMS .
... the dreary hills a mournful fringe of rain ; The gloaming closes slowly round , loud winds are in the tree , Round selfish shores for ever moans the hurt and wounded sea , There is no rest upon the earth , peace is 32 CITY POEMS .
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... trees and wandering winds , His joy , the grace and beauty of his song , Should never lift his voice ' mong mortal men . The noble artist finds enough reward , While the pure nymph is growing from the stone , In the sweet smile with ...
... trees and wandering winds , His joy , the grace and beauty of his song , Should never lift his voice ' mong mortal men . The noble artist finds enough reward , While the pure nymph is growing from the stone , In the sweet smile with ...
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Page 56 - From terrace proud to alley base 1 know thee as my mother's face. When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of bronze thy sides are rolled, Thy smoke is dusky fire; And, from the glory round thee poured, A sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upon a spire. Thus have I watched thee, Terror! Dream! While the blue Night crept up the stream, wv B.