PoemsE. Moxon, 1854 - 388 páginas |
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... round , With fingers bloody red ! " All night I lay in agony , In anguish dark and deep ; My fever'd eyes I dared not close , But stared aghast at Sleep : For Sin had render'd unto her The keys of Hell to keep ! " All night I lay in ...
... round , With fingers bloody red ! " All night I lay in agony , In anguish dark and deep ; My fever'd eyes I dared not close , But stared aghast at Sleep : For Sin had render'd unto her The keys of Hell to keep ! " All night I lay in ...
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... round , Unless the vagrant breeze , The music of the merry bird , Or hum of busy bees . But busy bees forsake the Elm That bears no bloom aloft- The Finch was in the hawthorn - bush , The Blackbird in the croft ; And among the firs the ...
... round , Unless the vagrant breeze , The music of the merry bird , Or hum of busy bees . But busy bees forsake the Elm That bears no bloom aloft- The Finch was in the hawthorn - bush , The Blackbird in the croft ; And among the firs the ...
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... His energetic axe hath rung Within that Forest old . Aloft , upon his poising steel The vivid sunbeams glance— About his head and round his feet The forest shadows dance ; And bounding from his russet 16 THE ELM TREE .
... His energetic axe hath rung Within that Forest old . Aloft , upon his poising steel The vivid sunbeams glance— About his head and round his feet The forest shadows dance ; And bounding from his russet 16 THE ELM TREE .
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... round Invited the encroacher . For over all there hung a cloud of fear , A sense of mystery the spirit daunted , And said , as plain as whisper in the ear , The place is Haunted ! The pear and quince lay squander'd on the grass ; The ...
... round Invited the encroacher . For over all there hung a cloud of fear , A sense of mystery the spirit daunted , And said , as plain as whisper in the ear , The place is Haunted ! The pear and quince lay squander'd on the grass ; The ...
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... round , The banner shudder'd , and the ragged streamer ; All things the horrid tenor of the sound Acknowledged with a tremor . The antlers , where the helmet hung and belt , Stirr'd as the tempest stirs the forest branches , Or as the ...
... round , The banner shudder'd , and the ragged streamer ; All things the horrid tenor of the sound Acknowledged with a tremor . The antlers , where the helmet hung and belt , Stirr'd as the tempest stirs the forest branches , Or as the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty beneath bird blood bloom blue breath bright brow cheeks cloud cold dance dark dead dear death deep double dream earth elves eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloom gold Gold Sticks Golden Ass Golden Leg GOLDEN LEGEND green grief hair hand hath head heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER hollow horrid human hung leaves light limbs lips living look'd looks Love's LYCUS marble mine-a Miss Kilmansegg moon morn mortal Naiad never night o'er Otto of Roses pale pearls perchance pity poison'd poor raining music rich roll'd rose Rotterdam round Saturn seem'd senseless thing shade shadows shine sighs sing skies sleep smiles solemn song sorrow soul spirit stamp'd sudden fear sweet tears tender thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thrush Titania trees turn'd Twas voice wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings wretched
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Página 41 - One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Página 42 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Página 47 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Página 47 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Página 45 - 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, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Página 4 - ... ragged stick, And one with a heavy stone, One hurried gash with a hasty knife, — And then the deed was done : There was nothing lying at my foot But lifeless flesh and bone!
Página 344 - I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn ; Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Página 44 - The rough river ran, Over the brink of it ! Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly. Lift her with care ! Fashioned so slenderly. Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs, frigidly. Stiffen too rigidly. Decently, kindly, Smooth and compose them ; And...
Página 386 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Página 35 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted...