Poems, Volumen2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 - 229 páginas |
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... THE OCEAN LEAR SONNET TO A SONNET FALSE POETS AND TRUE 10- • • FOR THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY SONNETS . PAGE 1 3 6 7 • 9 10 • 11 13 14 15 • 16 17 18 • 2222 19 20 21 23 · 22222 26 27 28 29 30 31 TO A SLEEPING CHILD · TO A SLEEPING CHILD "
... THE OCEAN LEAR SONNET TO A SONNET FALSE POETS AND TRUE 10- • • FOR THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY SONNETS . PAGE 1 3 6 7 • 9 10 • 11 13 14 15 • 16 17 18 • 2222 19 20 21 23 · 22222 26 27 28 29 30 31 TO A SLEEPING CHILD · TO A SLEEPING CHILD "
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... TRUE HEARTS " 9 184 39 185 ON RECEIVING A GIFT 186 SILENCE 137 · 66 THE CURSE OF ADAM THE OLD CURSE OF ALL " " LOVE , DEAREST LADY , SUCH AS I WOULD SPEAK 188 39 189 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . THE WORKHOUSE CLOCK . ODE TO RAE X CONTENTS .
... TRUE HEARTS " 9 184 39 185 ON RECEIVING A GIFT 186 SILENCE 137 · 66 THE CURSE OF ADAM THE OLD CURSE OF ALL " " LOVE , DEAREST LADY , SUCH AS I WOULD SPEAK 188 39 189 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . THE WORKHOUSE CLOCK . ODE TO RAE X CONTENTS .
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... true love should rest on a false dream . Her face is smiling , and her voice is sweet ; But smiles betray , and music sings deceit ; And words speak false ; -yet , if they welcome prove , I'll be their echo , and repeat their love ...
... true love should rest on a false dream . Her face is smiling , and her voice is sweet ; But smiles betray , and music sings deceit ; And words speak false ; -yet , if they welcome prove , I'll be their echo , and repeat their love ...
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... To illustrate the murmur'd text . So , love , however time may flow , Fresh hours pursuing those that flee , One constant image still shall show My tide of life is true to thee . ΤΟ LET us make a leap , my dear , ΤΟ 15.
... To illustrate the murmur'd text . So , love , however time may flow , Fresh hours pursuing those that flee , One constant image still shall show My tide of life is true to thee . ΤΟ LET us make a leap , my dear , ΤΟ 15.
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... , implacable in hate To Albion , plotting ever her mischance , — Alas , fair verse ! how false and out of date Thy phrase " sweet enemy " applied to France ! IV . FALSE POETS AND TRUE . Look how the 28 HOOD'S POEMS . SONNET TO A SONNET.
... , implacable in hate To Albion , plotting ever her mischance , — Alas , fair verse ! how false and out of date Thy phrase " sweet enemy " applied to France ! IV . FALSE POETS AND TRUE . Look how the 28 HOOD'S POEMS . SONNET TO A SONNET.
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amongst Barbican beauty bird bloom blue breath bright brow called Charles Lamb cheeks clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight dream Dundee Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear fire flow'rs gaze gentle gloom gold golden green grief hair hand hath head heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER hope human Jean Bertaut Kilmansegg lady leaves light Lincolnshire lips literary living look Lord Lord Byron LYCUS melancholy melodious falls mind Miss moral morning Naiad never night o'er once pale pity poor PUGSLEY raining music rich rose round Saturn shade shadows shine sighs sing Sir Walter Scott sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sweet tears thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought trees turn turn'd Twas voice walk wave weep whilst wind wings young yure
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Página 194 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Página 184 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Página 185 - Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — . Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? 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 192 - 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 145 - The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone, With the last leaves for a love-rosary...
Página 112 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Página 84 - Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares — The poets who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays...
Página 71 - Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch Turn, and return, indenting with the way ; Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch, Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay : For misery is trodden on by many, And being low never relieved by any.
Página 116 - 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...
Página 186 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing, Fix'd on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurr'd by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest. — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast ! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour...