The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - 522 páginas |
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... mother she is descended from an ceptions , strong and accurate delineations , and ancient Irish family , and also from Wood , the ill - powerful displays of character . She afterwards used Irish patentee , who was ruined by the selfish ...
... mother she is descended from an ceptions , strong and accurate delineations , and ancient Irish family , and also from Wood , the ill - powerful displays of character . She afterwards used Irish patentee , who was ruined by the selfish ...
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... Mother ... .. ib . The Garden .... 153 The Departed ..... 190 The Lion ... 154 A Poetical Chapter on Tails ib . The ... Mother's Song .. ib . A Poetical Letter .. 181 The Ordeal of Touch 218 ......... Alice Fleming 182 The Andalusian ...
... Mother ... .. ib . The Garden .... 153 The Departed ..... 190 The Lion ... 154 A Poetical Chapter on Tails ib . The ... Mother's Song .. ib . A Poetical Letter .. 181 The Ordeal of Touch 218 ......... Alice Fleming 182 The Andalusian ...
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... MOTHER . LITTLE BOY . The Scholar's Room . - Evening . THE POOR SCHOLAR AND LITTLE BOY . Little Boy , reading . " These things I have spoken " Ay , " replied Achzib , " it is an easy thing for some to obtain distinction ! I have desired ...
... MOTHER . LITTLE BOY . The Scholar's Room . - Evening . THE POOR SCHOLAR AND LITTLE BOY . Little Boy , reading . " These things I have spoken " Ay , " replied Achzib , " it is an easy thing for some to obtain distinction ! I have desired ...
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... mother's sake would you not leave A noble name emblazoned on your tomb ? Schol . Can such poor , empty honours compensate Unto a childless mother for her son ? You know her not , and me you know not either ! Philos . But think you , my ...
... mother's sake would you not leave A noble name emblazoned on your tomb ? Schol . Can such poor , empty honours compensate Unto a childless mother for her son ? You know her not , and me you know not either ! Philos . But think you , my ...
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... mother . Philos . [ affecting sorrow . ] My dear young friend , I have to ask your pardon ; The letter that I promised to deliver , I did forget - indeed I gave it not ! Schol . How have I trusted to a broken reed ! Oh mock me not with ...
... mother . Philos . [ affecting sorrow . ] My dear young friend , I have to ask your pardon ; The letter that I promised to deliver , I did forget - indeed I gave it not ! Schol . How have I trusted to a broken reed ! Oh mock me not with ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels ANNE BOLEYN ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child clouds cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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Página 69 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Página 433 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Página 45 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. VI. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Página 61 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty...
Página 30 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Página 46 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Página 45 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland: He startled her; but soon she knew his face, And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand, Saying, 'Mercy, Porphyro!
Página 45 - All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Página 27 - Your lutes, and gentler fate ! We follow Bacchus ! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus ! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide : — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy...
Página 129 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.