Poems, Volume 1E. Moxon, 1846 - 273 pages |
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... arms impassively he lies , Clay - cold to her caressing . Despairing , stunn'd , by her eternal loss , She flies to succour that may best beseem her ; But , lo ! a frowning figure veils the Cross , And hides the blest Redeemer ! With ...
... arms impassively he lies , Clay - cold to her caressing . Despairing , stunn'd , by her eternal loss , She flies to succour that may best beseem her ; But , lo ! a frowning figure veils the Cross , And hides the blest Redeemer ! With ...
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... arms enfolds his knee , That shows more gristly from that fair embrace ; But she will ne'er depart . " Alas ! " quoth she , " My painful fingers I will here enlace Till I have gain'd your pity for our race . XXVIII . " What have we ever ...
... arms enfolds his knee , That shows more gristly from that fair embrace ; But she will ne'er depart . " Alas ! " quoth she , " My painful fingers I will here enlace Till I have gain'd your pity for our race . XXVIII . " What have we ever ...
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... arms ; and , in a wayward strain , He ' gan to elegize that fellow wretch That with mute gestures answer'd him again , Saying , ' Poor slave , how long wilt thou remain Life's sad weak captive in a prison strong , Hoping with tears to ...
... arms ; and , in a wayward strain , He ' gan to elegize that fellow wretch That with mute gestures answer'd him again , Saying , ' Poor slave , how long wilt thou remain Life's sad weak captive in a prison strong , Hoping with tears to ...
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... arms in hideous fray , Besides sleek ashes with their dappled bark , Like crafty serpents climbing for a prey , With many blasted oaks moss - grown and grey . LXXVIII . " But here upon his final desperate clause MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 87.
... arms in hideous fray , Besides sleek ashes with their dappled bark , Like crafty serpents climbing for a prey , With many blasted oaks moss - grown and grey . LXXVIII . " But here upon his final desperate clause MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . 87.
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... arm powerless and tame . His be perpetual glory , for the shame Of hoary Saturn in that grand defeat ! - But I must tell , how here Titania came With all her kneeling lieges , to entreat His kindly succour , in sad tones , but sweet ...
... arm powerless and tame . His be perpetual glory , for the shame Of hoary Saturn in that grand defeat ! - But I must tell , how here Titania came With all her kneeling lieges , to entreat His kindly succour , in sad tones , but sweet ...
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Page 238 - 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 The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
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.
Page 10 - 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 forlorn Fly like shadows at the morn, — O'er the earth there comes a bloom ; Sunny light for sullen gloom, Warm perfume for vapour cold — I smell the rose above the mould ! April, 1845.
Page 218 - I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn ; Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Page 262 - 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 247 - 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 18 - I WILL not have the mad Clytie, Whose head is turned by the sun; The tulip is a courtly quean, Whom, therefore, I will shun: The cowslip is a country wench, The violet is a nun;— But I will woo the dainty rose, The queen of every one.
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!
Page 242 - 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 10 - FAREWELL Life ! my senses swim, And the world is growing dim : Thronging shadows cloud the light, Like the advent of the night — Colder, colder, colder still, Upward steals a vapour chill ; Strong the earthy odour grows — I smell the mould above the rose...