PoemsTicknor, Reed & Fields, 1850 - 286 pages |
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... rolling years , Marked on the soil , or dialled on the spheres , The crested forests and the colored flowers , The dewy grottos and the blushing bowers , These , and their guardians , who , with liquid names , Strephons and Chloes ...
... rolling years , Marked on the soil , or dialled on the spheres , The crested forests and the colored flowers , The dewy grottos and the blushing bowers , These , and their guardians , who , with liquid names , Strephons and Chloes ...
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... roll out , so full and near , Their music's mingling waves , They shake the grass , whose pennoned spear Leans on ... rolling stone , - The shelving sand that slid , And , far beneath , with hollow tone , Rung on the coffin's lid . The ...
... roll out , so full and near , Their music's mingling waves , They shake the grass , whose pennoned spear Leans on ... rolling stone , - The shelving sand that slid , And , far beneath , with hollow tone , Rung on the coffin's lid . The ...
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... roll In the dark vortex of the stormy soul , Unchained in song , no freezing years can tame ; God gave them birth , and man is still the same . So full on life her magic mirror shone , Her sister Arts paid tribute to her throne ; One ...
... roll In the dark vortex of the stormy soul , Unchained in song , no freezing years can tame ; God gave them birth , and man is still the same . So full on life her magic mirror shone , Her sister Arts paid tribute to her throne ; One ...
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... Roll in his crucible a shapeless mass , A grain of gold - leaf to a pound of brass ! Shorn of their plumes , our moonstruck sonneteers Would seem but jackdaws croaking to the spheres ; Our gay Lotharios , with their Byron curls , Would.
... Roll in his crucible a shapeless mass , A grain of gold - leaf to a pound of brass ! Shorn of their plumes , our moonstruck sonneteers Would seem but jackdaws croaking to the spheres ; Our gay Lotharios , with their Byron curls , Would.
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... burning tears , When , rolling up its crimson flood , Broke the long - gathering tide of years ; His diadem was rent away , And beggars trampled on his clay . None wept , none pitied ; — they who knelt THE DYING SENECA.
... burning tears , When , rolling up its crimson flood , Broke the long - gathering tide of years ; His diadem was rent away , And beggars trampled on his clay . None wept , none pitied ; — they who knelt THE DYING SENECA.
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Page 22 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more ! Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 269 - And all his sturdy men-at-arms were ranged about the board. He poured the fiery Hollands in, — the man that never feared, — He took a long and solemn draught, and wiped his yellow beard; And one by one the musketeers — the men that fought and prayed — All drank as 'twere their mother's milk, and not a man afraid.
Page 229 - Once more ; speak clearly, if you speak at all ; Carve every word before you let it fall...
Page 85 - Ere the priming-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said,
Page 270 - ... fifty more had spread their leaves and snows. A thousand rubs had flattened down each little cherub's nose ; When once again the bowl was filled, but not in mirth or joy, 'Twas mingled by a mother's hand to cheer her parting boy. Drink, John...
Page 91 - Thou say'st an undisputed thing In such a solemn way. Thou art a female, Katydid! I know it by the trill That quivers through thy piercing notes, So petulant and shrill...
Page 23 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee;— The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea.
Page 87 - My grandmamma has said — Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago— That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At...
Page 145 - Oh there were kisses sweet as dew, and words as soft as rain, — But they have heard her father's step, and in he leaps again! Out spoke the ancient fisherman, — " Oh, what was that, my daughter ? " " 'T was nothing but a pebble, sir, I threw into the water.
Page 231 - Wear seemly gloves ; not black, nor yet too light, And least of all the pair that once was white ; Let the dead party where you told your loves Bury in peace its dead bouquets and gloves ; Shave like the goat, if so your fancy bids, But be a parent, — don't neglect your kids.