The British poets of the nineteenth century, including the select works of Crabbe ... and others. Being a suppl. vol. to The poetical works of Byron, Scott and MooreH. I. Broenner, 1828 - 788 sider |
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... winds , their power display , By shifting points and varying day by day ; Now zephyrs mild , now whirlwinds in their ... wind is the ancient dame , Mild to your wish , and every day the same ; Steady as time , no sudden squalls you fear ...
... winds , their power display , By shifting points and varying day by day ; Now zephyrs mild , now whirlwinds in their ... wind is the ancient dame , Mild to your wish , and every day the same ; Steady as time , no sudden squalls you fear ...
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... wind , Unseen its progress , but its power you find ; It strikes the child ere yet its reason wakes ; His reason fled , the ancient sire it shakes ; The proud , learn'd man , and him who loves to know How and from whence these gusts of ...
... wind , Unseen its progress , but its power you find ; It strikes the child ere yet its reason wakes ; His reason fled , the ancient sire it shakes ; The proud , learn'd man , and him who loves to know How and from whence these gusts of ...
Side 197
... wind's freshening roar . " To thee I trust my sinless child : And therefore am I reconciled To bear my lonely lot ... winds are hush'd , no more to rise . Of thee , and thee alone , she thinks : See ! on her knees thy daughter sinks ...
... wind's freshening roar . " To thee I trust my sinless child : And therefore am I reconciled To bear my lonely lot ... winds are hush'd , no more to rise . Of thee , and thee alone , she thinks : See ! on her knees thy daughter sinks ...
Side 199
... wind Hath sunk her in the deep ! Or , though the zephyr scarcely blow , Down to the bottom must she go With all who wake or sleep , Ere the slumberer from his dream can start , Or the hymn hath left the singer's heart ! Oh ! sure , if ...
... wind Hath sunk her in the deep ! Or , though the zephyr scarcely blow , Down to the bottom must she go With all who wake or sleep , Ere the slumberer from his dream can start , Or the hymn hath left the singer's heart ! Oh ! sure , if ...
Side 203
... wind A snow - white lamb , and lets it rest In sleep and beauty on his breast . And now the gentle fearless Maid ... winds and rain are gone . The self - moved boat appears to seek With gladsome glide a home - like creek , In the centre ...
... wind A snow - white lamb , and lets it rest In sleep and beauty on his breast . And now the gentle fearless Maid ... winds and rain are gone . The self - moved boat appears to seek With gladsome glide a home - like creek , In the centre ...
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The British Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Including the Select Works of ... British Poets Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
The British Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Including the Select Works of ... British Poets Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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Side 259 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Side 261 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Side 336 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Side 354 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Side 299 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Side 353 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Side 341 - My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Side 258 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Side 336 - More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Side 352 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a Starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.