Fifty Years of English Song: The earlier poets. The Blackwood coterie, and earlier Scottish poets. The poets of young IrelandHenry Fitz Randolph A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1887 |
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... look for it closely in vain . The youth sat watching it , And she observed his wonder , And then again she spake , And still her speech was song ; Now twine it round thy hands , I say , Now twine it round thy hands , I pray ; My thread ...
... look for it closely in vain . The youth sat watching it , And she observed his wonder , And then again she spake , And still her speech was song ; Now twine it round thy hands , I say , Now twine it round thy hands , I pray ; My thread ...
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... look expectant ; forward sprung the Prince , And gave to Caradoc the right - hand pledge , And for the comrade of his enterprise , With joyful welcome , hailed the joyful Bard . Nor needed now the Searcher of the Sea Announce his ...
... look expectant ; forward sprung the Prince , And gave to Caradoc the right - hand pledge , And for the comrade of his enterprise , With joyful welcome , hailed the joyful Bard . Nor needed now the Searcher of the Sea Announce his ...
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... look , more horror to his heart conveyed Than all the havock round : for though she spake With the calm utterance of despair , in tones Deep - breathed and low , yet never sweeter voice Poured forth its hymns in ecstasy to Heaven . Her ...
... look , more horror to his heart conveyed Than all the havock round : for though she spake With the calm utterance of despair , in tones Deep - breathed and low , yet never sweeter voice Poured forth its hymns in ecstasy to Heaven . Her ...
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... Look here ! she cried , - And drawing back , held forth her bloody hands , — ' Tis Moorish ! — In the day of massacre , A captain of Alcahman's murderous host Reserved me from the slaughter . Not because My rank and station tempted him ...
... Look here ! she cried , - And drawing back , held forth her bloody hands , — ' Tis Moorish ! — In the day of massacre , A captain of Alcahman's murderous host Reserved me from the slaughter . Not because My rank and station tempted him ...
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... look down , And see before thy grave thine enemy In bonds , awaiting judgment at my hand ! Thus while the hero spake , Witiza stood Listening in agony , with open mouth , - And head , half - raised , toward his sentence turned ; His eye ...
... look down , And see before thy grave thine enemy In bonds , awaiting judgment at my hand ! Thus while the hero spake , Witiza stood Listening in agony , with open mouth , - And head , half - raised , toward his sentence turned ; His eye ...
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angel Annie Artemidora Aspasia beam beauty beneath blood blue BOOK bosom bower breast breath bright brow Casa Wappy Charoba cheek cloud cold curse Dædalus Dalica dare dark DAVID MACBETH MOIR dear death double dream earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT eyes face father fear flowers Gebir Giovanni Malatesta gold grave green hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hippias hour hung Irish wife Kailyal Kehama king kiss Landor light lips lonely look Madoc morning mystery the spirit never night Nymph o'er pale plain as whisper poem Queen Rapparees ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE shadow sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spake spirit daunted stars sweet Tamar Tanagra tears thee Thermodon thine THOMAS D'ARCY MCGEE THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS thou thought thousand lines Thrasymedes thro throne voice wave weary weep wild wind Witiza ye banded
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Página 164 - 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 the
Página 48 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Página 41 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Página 56 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 47 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 46 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Página 44 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 167 - Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly 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...
Página 40 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 45 - mid work of his own hand he lies. Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses. With light upon him from his father's eyes!