The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest PoemsMilner and Sowerby, 1866 - 480 sider |
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Side 12
... thy doubting heart . For thou knowest that I love thee , Yea , love thee fondly too ; And there is not another I e'er can love but you . STANZAS . O , BID me seek some trackless sea 12 LOVE POEMS . Whyshould you not believe me?
... thy doubting heart . For thou knowest that I love thee , Yea , love thee fondly too ; And there is not another I e'er can love but you . STANZAS . O , BID me seek some trackless sea 12 LOVE POEMS . Whyshould you not believe me?
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... e'er regret ? But , perchance , a fairer one you've met Who more than takes the place of me , But can she be so true to thee P And sometimes yet of a twilight bright , I steal away from out of sight , To the little seat in yonder grove ...
... e'er regret ? But , perchance , a fairer one you've met Who more than takes the place of me , But can she be so true to thee P And sometimes yet of a twilight bright , I steal away from out of sight , To the little seat in yonder grove ...
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... e'er surpass them ; Yet none can ever spy her feet , Though ' tis believed she has them ! She lends a spell to every scene , Her step makes winter vernal ; A something half divine between The earthly and eternal ! THE SECRET . I ...
... e'er surpass them ; Yet none can ever spy her feet , Though ' tis believed she has them ! She lends a spell to every scene , Her step makes winter vernal ; A something half divine between The earthly and eternal ! THE SECRET . I ...
Side 42
... e'er should meet again ; For who that knew man's heart , would deem That it could long unchanged remain He sought a foreign clime and learned Another language which expressed To strangers the rich thoughts that burned With unquenched ...
... e'er should meet again ; For who that knew man's heart , would deem That it could long unchanged remain He sought a foreign clime and learned Another language which expressed To strangers the rich thoughts that burned With unquenched ...
Side 47
... notes of pity loud . They loose her robe - the star has set ! Her shining locks they part- Her temples chafe - but all too late- The wound's a broken heart ! TO MISS SLOWLY the moments pass away , E'er since LOVE POFMS . 47.
... notes of pity loud . They loose her robe - the star has set ! Her shining locks they part- Her temples chafe - but all too late- The wound's a broken heart ! TO MISS SLOWLY the moments pass away , E'er since LOVE POFMS . 47.
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angel beam beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow burning canst charms cheek cold dark dear deep dream E'en e'er earth eyes fade fair faithless fancy farewell feel flowers flowing tears fond fondly forget gaze gentle glance gleam glow grief hath hear heaven hope hour IANTHE kiss lady life's light lingering lips lonely look lov'd love thee Love's lover lute lyre maid maiden memory morning murmuring nature's best ne'er neath never Nevermore night nymph o'er pain pale passion pure Quoth the Raven rapture rill rose shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star strain sweet tears tell tender thine think of thee thou art thou hast thought thrilling tone Twas Twill voice vows wake wander weary weep whispers wild wilt wind words young youth
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Side 166 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Side 167 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Side 362 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 165 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Side 165 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Side 146 - Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Side 166 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Side 439 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Side 167 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Side 148 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...