PoemsE. Moxon, 1857 - 388 pages |
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... SWEET TRADITION OF TRUE HEARTS " " 384 ON RECEIVING A GIFT 385 SILENCE 66 386 66 THE CURSE OF ADAM , THE OLD CURSE OF ALL LOVE , DEAREST LADY , SUCH AS I WOULD SPEAK • • 387 388 POEMS . 1 POEMS . THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM X CONTENTS .
... SWEET TRADITION OF TRUE HEARTS " " 384 ON RECEIVING A GIFT 385 SILENCE 66 386 66 THE CURSE OF ADAM , THE OLD CURSE OF ALL LOVE , DEAREST LADY , SUCH AS I WOULD SPEAK • • 387 388 POEMS . 1 POEMS . THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM X CONTENTS .
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... sweets of former years- " A Man within whose gloomy mind Offence had darkly sunk , Who out of fierce Revenge's cup Hath madly , darkly drunk- Grief , Avarice , and Hate shall sleep Within this very trunk ! H 1 " This massy trunk that ...
... sweets of former years- " A Man within whose gloomy mind Offence had darkly sunk , Who out of fierce Revenge's cup Hath madly , darkly drunk- Grief , Avarice , and Hate shall sleep Within this very trunk ! H 1 " This massy trunk that ...
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... sweet-- With the sky above my head , And the grass beneath my feet , For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel , Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal ! " Oh ! but for one short hour ! A respite however ...
... sweet-- With the sky above my head , And the grass beneath my feet , For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel , Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal ! " Oh ! but for one short hour ! A respite however ...
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... sweet the sounds of village bells When on the undulating air they swim ! Now loud as welcomes ! faint , now , as farewells ! And trembling all about the breezy dells , As flutter'd by the wings of Cherubim . Meanwhile the bees are ...
... sweet the sounds of village bells When on the undulating air they swim ! Now loud as welcomes ! faint , now , as farewells ! And trembling all about the breezy dells , As flutter'd by the wings of Cherubim . Meanwhile the bees are ...
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... sweet kind natures , as in honey'd cells , Religion lives , and feels herself at home ; But only on a formal visit dwells Where wasps instead of bees have form'd the comb . Shun pride , O Rae ! -whatever sort beside You take in lieu ...
... sweet kind natures , as in honey'd cells , Religion lives , and feels herself at home ; But only on a formal visit dwells Where wasps instead of bees have form'd the comb . Shun pride , O Rae ! -whatever sort beside You take in lieu ...
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ALEXANDER DYCE beauty beneath bird blood bloom bough breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB cheeks cloth cloud cold dance dark dead dear Death deep double dream earth EDWARD MOXON elves eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers foolscap 8vo gaze gentle gloom gold Gold Sticks Golden Ass Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER hollow human hung leaves light limbs lips living look'd looks Love's LYCUS Miss Kilmansegg moon morn mortal Naiad never night o'er Otto of Roses pale pearls pity POEMS poor raining music rich roll'd rose Rotterdam round Saturn seem'd shade shadows shine sighs silent sing skies sleep smiles solemn song sorrow soul spirit stamp'd sweet tears thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thrush Titania tree turn'd Twas wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
Popular passages
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...