Leaves from the Poets' LaurelsW. Moxon, Son, 1869 - 220 páginas |
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... bright and flawless integrity the hundreds of perishable hands through which they may have chanced to pass . If I have failed to assort in a manner worthy of their value the jewels I have selected from the vi PREFACE . mine of noble ...
... bright and flawless integrity the hundreds of perishable hands through which they may have chanced to pass . If I have failed to assort in a manner worthy of their value the jewels I have selected from the vi PREFACE . mine of noble ...
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... BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS . THE DEATH - BED . Thomas Moore 202 Thomas Hood 203 BRING THE BRIGHT GARLANDS HITHER Moore 204 MEMORY THE HAUNTED HOUSE TO MY GRANDMOTHER MISERERE • · W. M. Praed 205 Thomas Hood 207 Frederick Locker 211 Maria ...
... BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS . THE DEATH - BED . Thomas Moore 202 Thomas Hood 203 BRING THE BRIGHT GARLANDS HITHER Moore 204 MEMORY THE HAUNTED HOUSE TO MY GRANDMOTHER MISERERE • · W. M. Praed 205 Thomas Hood 207 Frederick Locker 211 Maria ...
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... bright base on the quivering blue ; And all within its arch appear'd to be Clearer than that without , and its wide hue Wax'd broad and waving , like a banner free , Then chang'd like to a bow that's bent , and then Forsook the dim eyes ...
... bright base on the quivering blue ; And all within its arch appear'd to be Clearer than that without , and its wide hue Wax'd broad and waving , like a banner free , Then chang'd like to a bow that's bent , and then Forsook the dim eyes ...
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... beauty lies In the paler maiden's hue ? Say they that all softness flies , Save from eyes of April blue ? Arise thou , like a night in June , Beautiful Quadroon ! O 18 THE QUADROON . Come , all dark and bright THE QUADROON.
... beauty lies In the paler maiden's hue ? Say they that all softness flies , Save from eyes of April blue ? Arise thou , like a night in June , Beautiful Quadroon ! O 18 THE QUADROON . Come , all dark and bright THE QUADROON.
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18 THE QUADROON . Come , all dark and bright , as skies With the tender starlight hung ! Loose the love from out thine eyes ! Loose the angel from thy tongue ! Let them hear heaven's own sweet tune , Beautiful Quadroon ! Tell them ...
18 THE QUADROON . Come , all dark and bright , as skies With the tender starlight hung ! Loose the love from out thine eyes ! Loose the angel from thy tongue ! Let them hear heaven's own sweet tune , Beautiful Quadroon ! Tell them ...
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Annabel Lee beauty beneath BISHOP'S WALK blaze blue breath bright CAPTAIN PEN CAPTAIN SWORD Christina Rossetti CONQUEROR WORM dark dead DEATH AND SISYPHUS deep delight dreams DUINO earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fear flowers GARDENER'S DAUGhter George Meredith gleam golden hand happy hath haunt hear heard heart heaven Heshemite hope isle kiss LAST MINSTREL leaves light lips lives look Lord Byron loud midst moon morning murmur never night NIGHTINGALE o'er pain PALACE OF ART pale PERSIAN'S STORY QUADROON Queen Guinevere Robert Browning rose round sand shadow shore sighs silent sing Sir Walter Scott SISYPHUS SKELETON IN ARMOUR sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood storm STORM-BELL sweet SWORD AND CAPTAIN tears Tennyson thee thine things thou thought thro trees voice Wakedi waves weary wild William Morris wind wings youth
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Página 166 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Página 130 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 94 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Página 54 - And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee, So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
Página 143 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Página 53 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Página 132 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 42 - twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along : — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide ! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.
Página 130 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
Página 153 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.