PoemsE. Moxon, 1857 - 388 pages |
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Page 19
... bright and flying chips . Stroke after stroke , with frequent dint He spreads the fatal gash ; Till , lo ! the remnant fibres rend , With harsh and sudden crash , And on the dull resounding turf The jarring branches lash ! Oh ! now the ...
... bright and flying chips . Stroke after stroke , with frequent dint He spreads the fatal gash ; Till , lo ! the remnant fibres rend , With harsh and sudden crash , And on the dull resounding turf The jarring branches lash ! Oh ! now the ...
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... bright ; On turf , and moss , and fallen Tree , There glows a ruddy light ; And bounding through the golden fern The Rabbit comes to bite . The Thrush's mate beside her sits And pipes a merry lay ; The Dove is in the evergreens ; And on ...
... bright ; On turf , and moss , and fallen Tree , There glows a ruddy light ; And bounding through the golden fern The Rabbit comes to bite . The Thrush's mate beside her sits And pipes a merry lay ; The Dove is in the evergreens ; And on ...
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... bright --- While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the spring . " Oh ! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet-- With the sky above my head , And the ...
... bright --- While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the spring . " Oh ! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet-- With the sky above my head , And the ...
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... which uncheck'd All Christian hearts may kindle or keep warm . Say , was it to my spirit's gain or loss , One bright and balmy morning , as I went 1 | From Liege's lovely environs to Ghent , If hard by 70 ODE TO RAE WILSON , ESQUIRE .
... which uncheck'd All Christian hearts may kindle or keep warm . Say , was it to my spirit's gain or loss , One bright and balmy morning , as I went 1 | From Liege's lovely environs to Ghent , If hard by 70 ODE TO RAE WILSON , ESQUIRE .
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... bright horizon threw , wherein no grief may wind . II . I saw a tower builded on a lake , Mock'd by its inverse shadow , dark and deep— That seem'd a still intenser night to make , Wherein the quiet waters sunk to sleep , — And ...
... bright horizon threw , wherein no grief may wind . II . I saw a tower builded on a lake , Mock'd by its inverse shadow , dark and deep— That seem'd a still intenser night to make , Wherein the quiet waters sunk to sleep , — And ...
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Page 45 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 42 - Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses, Where was her home ? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother?
Page 47 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Page 41 - One more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! 'Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! "Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. "Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her,— All that remains...
Page 32 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Page xiii - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime; With one besetting horrid hint That racked me all the time — A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime — "One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave! Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave — Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave!
Page 177 - Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould ; Price of many a crime untold ; Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold...
Page 31 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted I PART II.
Page xiii - His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease: So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees.
Page 386 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...