PoemsE. Moxon, 1854 - 388 páginas |
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... they coursed about , And shouted as they ran , — Turning to mirth all things of earth , As only boyhood can ; But the Usher sat remote from all , A melancholy man ! B His hat was off , his vest apart , To THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM.
... they coursed about , And shouted as they ran , — Turning to mirth all things of earth , As only boyhood can ; But the Usher sat remote from all , A melancholy man ! B His hat was off , his vest apart , To THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM.
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... thing . " With breathless speed , like a soul in chase , I took him up and ran ; - There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began : In a lonesome wood , with heaps of leaves , I hid the murder'd man ! " And all that day I read in ...
... thing . " With breathless speed , like a soul in chase , I took him up and ran ; - There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began : In a lonesome wood , with heaps of leaves , I hid the murder'd man ! " And all that day I read in ...
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... thing pursues my soul , - It stands before me now ! " The fearful Boy look'd up , and saw Huge drops upon his brow . That very night , while gentle sleep The urchin eyelids kiss'd , Two stern - faced men set out from Lynn , Through the ...
... thing pursues my soul , - It stands before me now ! " The fearful Boy look'd up , and saw Huge drops upon his brow . That very night , while gentle sleep The urchin eyelids kiss'd , Two stern - faced men set out from Lynn , Through the ...
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... thing ! No scooping hollow cell to lodge A furtive beast or fowl , The martin , bat , Or forest cat That nightly loves to prowl , Nor ivy nook so apt to shroud The moping , snoring owl . But still the sound was in my ear , A sad and ...
... thing ! No scooping hollow cell to lodge A furtive beast or fowl , The martin , bat , Or forest cat That nightly loves to prowl , Nor ivy nook so apt to shroud The moping , snoring owl . But still the sound was in my ear , A sad and ...
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... thing of wood , Wherein the sluggish sap ascends To swell the vernal bud— But conscious , moving , breathing trunks That throb with living blood ! " No forest Monarch yearly clad In mantle green or brown ; That unrecorded lives , and ...
... thing of wood , Wherein the sluggish sap ascends To swell the vernal bud— But conscious , moving , breathing trunks That throb with living blood ! " No forest Monarch yearly clad In mantle green or brown ; That unrecorded lives , and ...
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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...