Gerald: A Dramatic Poem: and Other Poems |
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art thou ASHTON beauty bless bless'd Bless'd-in breathed bright brow charm cheerful child CLAYTON dear Death deeds deemed doth dream dwells Earth EDITH Epicure EUSTACE fair faith fancy Farewell fate Father fear feelings FLEET STREET flower fount fountain springs FOURTH TOWNSMAN FRANKLIN GERALD glorious grace grave grief hand hath heart Heaven hope hour human kind Gentlemen LADY ROXMORE LANDLADY LAURA lips live look LORD ROXMORE Lovel MARGARET Marston memory methinks mind mourn musing natural ne'er neath never night o'er Patrician's Daughter PHYSICIAN pity POEMS Poet's Poets rest réunions sacred Sage scarce SCENE SECOND TOWNSMAN sense shades shadow sigh SIR HARRY BEVERLEY skies smile soul speak spirit sweet sympathy tears TEMPLE BAR tender thee thine THIRD TOWNSMAN Thou shalt thought throng tomb tragedy trust truth turn Twas Unto voice walk weary wend words wrought
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Page 132 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Page 49 - The stature of a man, his gait, his dress, The colour of his hair, what meats he loved, Where he abode, what haunts he frequented, His place and time of birth, his age at death, And how much crape and cambric mourned his end — Writes a biography ! But who records The yearnings of the heart ; its joys, and pangs, Its alternating apathy, and hope ; ; Its stores of memory which the richer grow The longer they are hived ; its faith that stands Upon the grave, and counts it as a beach Whence souls embark...
Page 9 - ... raised by their genius above, nor formed to live without the pale of human love and sympathy, but common clay even as ourselves, — loving — trusting — doubting — too often erring ! With good intents, marred in the acting oft, With heavenward thoughts that fail thro...
Page 131 - First Spectator. — A pile decayed, Bricks in cunning fashion laid, Ruined buttress, moss-clad stone, Arch with ivy overgrown, Stairs round which the lichens creep, — The whole, a desolated heap ! The Sage.—Wha.t seest thou ? Second Spectator.
Page 135 - Love unbind, We should have clasp'd for ever ! When 'midst the glittering crowd, Such parted friends we spy ; And the thoughts the lips have disavow'd, Are imag'd in the eye ! » When sorrow round her brow, Twines a wreath of short-lived bloom , When her starting tear-drops flow, In her own unlighted room .' When a dream at eventide Is thronged with gone-by hours ; And backward seems life's stream to glide, To the land of friends and flowers ! When shade a form assumes, And our tearful eyes we cast,...
Page 49 - Fiction ! Poetry Lives but by truth. Truth is its heart. Bards write The life of soul — the only life. Each line Breathes life — or nothing. Fiction ! Who narrates The stature of a man, his gait, his dress, The colour of his hair, what meats he loved, Where he abode, what haunts he frequented , His place and time of birth, his age at death, And how much crape and cambric mourned his end — Writes a biography! But who records The yearnings of the heart, its joys, and pangs...
Page 41 - ... a treasure to the able man, though to the weak man an abyss. Many a man of possible distinction and goodness has been lost to the world simply because nothing interrupted the course of his prosperity. Everything depends upon will and willingness. Where the will is ready, the ways are not wanting. " This Life is progress ; for the better still We hope and strive ; and oft Adversity Is Truth's best teacher — stimulates to life Else dormant faculties ; invokes our faith, Submission, and endurance.
Page viii - I have contemplated is the illumination of certain points in Gerald's mental history — to show the crises of his developements, not their progress.
Page 96 - The truly great are fashioned so, and shed Their affluent beauty round — as planets shine, Birds sing, and rivers roll from laws within, From native impulse, elemental life ! Their origin, their motive — is above ; And nought below, compels them — or restrains.