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... smiles , nor yet from tears Too strictly kept : When first thy infant littleness I folded in my fond caress , The greatest proof of happiness Was this - I wept . Sept. , 1839 . TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER . I. LOVE thy TO MY ...
... smiles , nor yet from tears Too strictly kept : When first thy infant littleness I folded in my fond caress , The greatest proof of happiness Was this - I wept . Sept. , 1839 . TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER . I. LOVE thy TO MY ...
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... smiles betray , and music sings deceit ; And words speak false ; -yet , if they welcome prove , I'll be their echo , and repeat their love . Only if waken'd to sad truth , at last , The bitterness to come , and sweetness past ; When ...
... smiles betray , and music sings deceit ; And words speak false ; -yet , if they welcome prove , I'll be their echo , and repeat their love . Only if waken'd to sad truth , at last , The bitterness to come , and sweetness past ; When ...
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... smile is time , and then so swift it flies , It seems we only meet to tear apart With aching hands and lingering of eyes . Alas , alas ! that we must learn hours ' flight By the same light of love that makes them bright ! VI . FOR THE ...
... smile is time , and then so swift it flies , It seems we only meet to tear apart With aching hands and lingering of eyes . Alas , alas ! that we must learn hours ' flight By the same light of love that makes them bright ! VI . FOR THE ...
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... smiles to smiles , And not by summers , for I thrive on none But those thy cheerful countenance compiles : Oh ! if it be to choose and call thee mine , Love , thou art every day my Valentine . VII . TO A SLEEPING CHILD . I. OH , SONNETS ...
... smiles to smiles , And not by summers , for I thrive on none But those thy cheerful countenance compiles : Oh ! if it be to choose and call thee mine , Love , thou art every day my Valentine . VII . TO A SLEEPING CHILD . I. OH , SONNETS ...
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... smile could sweetlier play , Nor that so graceful life could chase away Thy graceful death , -till those blue eyes ... smiles , and prove , If not more lovely , thou art more like Love ! IX . THE World is with me , and its SONNETS . 217.
... smile could sweetlier play , Nor that so graceful life could chase away Thy graceful death , -till those blue eyes ... smiles , and prove , If not more lovely , thou art more like Love ! IX . THE World is with me , and its SONNETS . 217.
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Page 41 - One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Page 42 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 47 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
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 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 4 - ... ragged stick, And one with a heavy stone, One hurried gash with a hasty knife, — And then the deed was done : There was nothing lying at my foot But lifeless flesh and bone!
Page 344 - 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 44 - The rough river ran, Over the brink of it ! Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly. Lift her with care ! Fashioned so slenderly. Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs, frigidly. Stiffen too rigidly. Decently, kindly, Smooth and compose them ; And...
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...
Page 35 - 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...