Complete poetical worksGeorge P. Putnam, 1862 |
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... happy breed ; And there is Robin Goodfellow besides , My partner dear in many a prankish deed To make dame Laughter hold her jolly sides , Like merry mummers twain on holy tides . " Tis we that bob the angler's idle cork , Till even the ...
... happy breed ; And there is Robin Goodfellow besides , My partner dear in many a prankish deed To make dame Laughter hold her jolly sides , Like merry mummers twain on holy tides . " Tis we that bob the angler's idle cork , Till even the ...
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... hurts only with sleep's good - will ? So shall I slumber , and perchance behold My living love in dreams , - O , happy night , That lets me company his banished spright ! " O , poppy death ! -sweet poisoner of sleep 60 HERO AND LEANDER .
... hurts only with sleep's good - will ? So shall I slumber , and perchance behold My living love in dreams , - O , happy night , That lets me company his banished spright ! " O , poppy death ! -sweet poisoner of sleep 60 HERO AND LEANDER .
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... happy boys Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran , and some that leapt , Like troutlets in a pool . Away they sped with gamesome minds , And souls untouched by sin ; To a level mead they came , and there They drave the ...
... happy boys Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran , and some that leapt , Like troutlets in a pool . Away they sped with gamesome minds , And souls untouched by sin ; To a level mead they came , and there They drave the ...
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... happy wiles To cheat the hoary one to smiles ? Onward he comes the cruel North Pours his furious whirlwind forth Before him and we breathe the breath Of famished bears that howl to death . Onward he comes from rocks that blanch O'er ...
... happy wiles To cheat the hoary one to smiles ? Onward he comes the cruel North Pours his furious whirlwind forth Before him and we breathe the breath Of famished bears that howl to death . Onward he comes from rocks that blanch O'er ...
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... happy fronts ; For there were neighbor brows scarred by the brunts Of strife and sorrowing where Care had set - His crooked autograph , and marred the jet Of glossy locks , with hollow eyes forlorn , And lips that curled in bitterness ...
... happy fronts ; For there were neighbor brows scarred by the brunts Of strife and sorrowing where Care had set - His crooked autograph , and marred the jet Of glossy locks , with hollow eyes forlorn , And lips that curled in bitterness ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty bird blood bloom breath Bridge of Sighs bright brow Charles Lamb cheek cloud cold crooked dame dance dark dead deaf dear death doth dream earth elves Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloom gold Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath head heard heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER horrid human hung kiss light limbs lips living look Love's lullaby Lycus Meanwhile melancholy Miss Kilmansegg moon morn Nelly Gray never night Number o'er once Otto of Roses pale perchance pity poor raining music rich rose Rotterdam round Sally Brown Saturn seemed shade shadows shine sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tender thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thrush tree trumpet turned voice walk wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings young zounds
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Página 147 - ... Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still, with a voice of dolorous pitch, She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Página 149 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Página 178 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Página 179 - Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The...
Página xxvii - ... to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 144 - Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses, Escaped from the comb — Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
Página 361 - But could not though he tried : His head was turned, and so he chewed His pigtail till he died. His death, which happened in his berth, At forty-odd befell: They went and told the sexton, and The sexton toll'd the bell.
Página 149 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — • Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Página 164 - She went away with song, With music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng; But some were sad, and felt no mirth, But only music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long.
Página 431 - With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air, (The door, the door ! he'll tumble down the stair !) Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy...