Poems, Volume 1E. Moxon, 1846 - 273 pages |
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... lock away . Oh ! revere her raven hair ! V. Pray for her at eve and morn , That Heaven may long the stroke defer , - For thou may'st live the hour forlorn When thou wilt ask to die with her . Pray for her at eve and morn ! STANZAS ...
... lock away . Oh ! revere her raven hair ! V. Pray for her at eve and morn , That Heaven may long the stroke defer , - For thou may'st live the hour forlorn When thou wilt ask to die with her . Pray for her at eve and morn ! STANZAS ...
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... lock Over his wrinkled front fell far adown , Well nigh to where his frosty brows did frown Like jagged icicles at cottage eaves ; And for his coronal he wore some brown And bristled ears gather'd from Ceres ' sheaves , Entwined with ...
... lock Over his wrinkled front fell far adown , Well nigh to where his frosty brows did frown Like jagged icicles at cottage eaves ; And for his coronal he wore some brown And bristled ears gather'd from Ceres ' sheaves , Entwined with ...
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... locks , And infant Titans of enormous girth , Whose huge young feet yet stumbled on the rocks , Stunning the early world with frequent shocks . LXV . " Where now is Titan , with his cumbrous brood , That scar'd the world ? -By this ...
... locks , And infant Titans of enormous girth , Whose huge young feet yet stumbled on the rocks , Stunning the early world with frequent shocks . LXV . " Where now is Titan , with his cumbrous brood , That scar'd the world ? -By this ...
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... lock'd him up , And he was smother'd in her drenching dew ; Therefore this day thy drowning I shall rue . " XIV . But next , remembering her virgin fame , She clips him in her arms and bids him go , But seeing him break loose , repents ...
... lock'd him up , And he was smother'd in her drenching dew ; Therefore this day thy drowning I shall rue . " XIV . But next , remembering her virgin fame , She clips him in her arms and bids him go , But seeing him break loose , repents ...
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... locks Pursue him still the furthest that they may ; Her marble arms that overstretch the rocks , And her pale passion'd hands that seem to pray In dumb petition to the gods above : Love prays devoutly when it prays for love ! XXI . Then ...
... locks Pursue him still the furthest that they may ; Her marble arms that overstretch the rocks , And her pale passion'd hands that seem to pray In dumb petition to the gods above : Love prays devoutly when it prays for love ! XXI . Then ...
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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...