Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 páginas |
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... are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest , which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! To the last point of vision , and beyond , 26 WORDSWORTH . Great.
... are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest , which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! To the last point of vision , and beyond , 26 WORDSWORTH . Great.
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... dewy daisies gleam ; And here the sun - flower of the spring Burns bright in morning's beam . To mountain winds the famish'd fox Complains that Sol is slow , O'er headlong steeps and gushing rocks His royal robe to throw . But here the ...
... dewy daisies gleam ; And here the sun - flower of the spring Burns bright in morning's beam . To mountain winds the famish'd fox Complains that Sol is slow , O'er headlong steeps and gushing rocks His royal robe to throw . But here the ...
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... dewy breath , When June's sweet Sabbaths chime ! But , thine before my time , oh , death ! I go where no flow'r blossometh , Before my time . Even as the blushes of the morn Vanish , and long ere noon The dew - drop dieth on the thorn ...
... dewy breath , When June's sweet Sabbaths chime ! But , thine before my time , oh , death ! I go where no flow'r blossometh , Before my time . Even as the blushes of the morn Vanish , and long ere noon The dew - drop dieth on the thorn ...
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... Having spent in heaven an hour of mirth , The lark drops down to the dewy earth ; And in silence smooths his yearning breast In the gentle fold of his lowly nest , The linnet takes up the hymn , unseen In the From Edith and Nora.
... Having spent in heaven an hour of mirth , The lark drops down to the dewy earth ; And in silence smooths his yearning breast In the gentle fold of his lowly nest , The linnet takes up the hymn , unseen In the From Edith and Nora.
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... , Or , mid the silence lie ! By that blue arch , this beauteous earth Mid evening's hour of dewy mirth , Seems bound unto the sky . O ! that this lovely vale were mine , Then 128 WILSON . 81 Lines written in a Highland 85 Glen.
... , Or , mid the silence lie ! By that blue arch , this beauteous earth Mid evening's hour of dewy mirth , Seems bound unto the sky . O ! that this lovely vale were mine , Then 128 WILSON . 81 Lines written in a Highland 85 Glen.
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Página 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Página 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Página 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Página 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Página 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Página 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Página 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.