PoemsJ. Owen, 1844 - 279 pages |
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... SINGING 151 ODE • 156 THE MOON 165 A GLANCE BEHIND THE CURTAIN 167 THE FORLORN 183 SONG · 188 MIDNIGHT A PRAYER FANTASY . THE HERITAGE . THE ROSE : A BALLAD , . ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF DR . CHANNING STANZAS SUNG AT THE ANTI - SLAVERY ...
... SINGING 151 ODE • 156 THE MOON 165 A GLANCE BEHIND THE CURTAIN 167 THE FORLORN 183 SONG · 188 MIDNIGHT A PRAYER FANTASY . THE HERITAGE . THE ROSE : A BALLAD , . ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF DR . CHANNING STANZAS SUNG AT THE ANTI - SLAVERY ...
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... singing to and fro With the fruit - quickening pollen ; - hard if these Found not some all unthought - of way to show Their secret each to each ; and so they did , And one heart's flower - dust into the other slid . XXXVI . Young hearts ...
... singing to and fro With the fruit - quickening pollen ; - hard if these Found not some all unthought - of way to show Their secret each to each ; and so they did , And one heart's flower - dust into the other slid . XXXVI . Young hearts ...
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James Russell Lowell. LVIII . " I sit and weep while blessed spirits sing ; I can but long and pine the while they praise , And , leaning o'er the wall of Heaven , I fling My voice to where I deem my infant strays , Like a robbed bird ...
James Russell Lowell. LVIII . " I sit and weep while blessed spirits sing ; I can but long and pine the while they praise , And , leaning o'er the wall of Heaven , I fling My voice to where I deem my infant strays , Like a robbed bird ...
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... singing clear , Misereatur Deus , more and more Fading far upward , and their ghastly fear Fell from them with that sound , as bodies fall From souls upspringing to celestial hall . LXIII . And Mordred seemed to hear it and to grow ...
... singing clear , Misereatur Deus , more and more Fading far upward , and their ghastly fear Fell from them with that sound , as bodies fall From souls upspringing to celestial hall . LXIII . And Mordred seemed to hear it and to grow ...
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... sings , And swarms of bright and happy things Flit all about with sunlit wings , - But I am cheerless , Rosaline ! The violets on the hillock toss , The gravestone is o'ergrown with moss ; For nature feels not any loss , — But I am ...
... sings , And swarms of bright and happy things Flit all about with sunlit wings , - But I am cheerless , Rosaline ! The violets on the hillock toss , The gravestone is o'ergrown with moss ; For nature feels not any loss , — But I am ...
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Page 165 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 214 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Page 165 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Page 100 - THE FOUNTAIN'. INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ! Ever in...
Page 166 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 109 - They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower.
Page 263 - HE stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide The din of battle and of slaughter rose; He saw God stand upon the weaker side, That sank in seeming loss before its foes: Many there were who made great haste and sold Unto the cunning enemy their swords, He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold, And, underneath their soft and flowery words, Heard the cold serpent hiss ; therefore he went And humbly joined him to the weaker part, Fanatic named, and fool, yet well content So he could be the...
Page 242 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun ; Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great ! § SA.
Page 51 - No, time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old; And rather make them born to our desire Than think that we before have heard them told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not...
Page 213 - MEN ! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave ? x If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, — Slaves unworthy to be freed...