The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume |
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Complete in One Volume Mary Botham Howitt. - What dost thou here ? -art like a cursed sprite Looking into the heaven that thou hast lost ? Ay , look and long - for yonder do they lie , Thy fair lands and thy broad ! Poor outcast wretch , ...
Complete in One Volume Mary Botham Howitt. - What dost thou here ? -art like a cursed sprite Looking into the heaven that thou hast lost ? Ay , look and long - for yonder do they lie , Thy fair lands and thy broad ! Poor outcast wretch , ...
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... Thou shalt be my true breast - plate , My heart's joy , my night and day ... art worth looking after ! Come , my young gentleman , I'll be your valet ... thou wast a coxcomb - a fine blade , with wit as keen as thy sword's edge . [ he ...
... Thou shalt be my true breast - plate , My heart's joy , my night and day ... art worth looking after ! Come , my young gentleman , I'll be your valet ... thou wast a coxcomb - a fine blade , with wit as keen as thy sword's edge . [ he ...
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... thou sinned That God has taken away the sacred veil Which kept thy mountain ... art a mockery ; a base , gilded coin , That men buy reputation with ! Albert ... thou dost sleep ; Gentle birds upon the tree , Sing their sweetest songs for ...
... thou sinned That God has taken away the sacred veil Which kept thy mountain ... art a mockery ; a base , gilded coin , That men buy reputation with ! Albert ... thou dost sleep ; Gentle birds upon the tree , Sing their sweetest songs for ...
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... thou ? Albert . All that is beautiful resembles thee , And what resembles thee I love , my Edah ! But know'st thou ... art the chosen bride of a white man , Be worthy of his love - this passionate grief Control , as I do mine ! Thou dost ...
... thou ? Albert . All that is beautiful resembles thee , And what resembles thee I love , my Edah ! But know'st thou ... art the chosen bride of a white man , Be worthy of his love - this passionate grief Control , as I do mine ! Thou dost ...
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... thou shalt have these diamonds on thy neck ! [ He takes up a necklace . Angela . Keep back thy horrid arm ! -Those ... art young ! -thou must - thou must have pity ! Albert . I have a mother - but she would not know me- The savage ...
... thou shalt have these diamonds on thy neck ! [ He takes up a necklace . Angela . Keep back thy horrid arm ! -Those ... art young ! -thou must - thou must have pity ! Albert . I have a mother - but she would not know me- The savage ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels ANNE BOLEYN ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child clouds cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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Page 69 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 433 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Page 45 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. VI. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Page 61 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty...
Page 30 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Page 46 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 45 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland: He startled her; but soon she knew his face, And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand, Saying, 'Mercy, Porphyro!
Page 45 - All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Page 27 - Your lutes, and gentler fate ! We follow Bacchus ! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus ! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide : — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy...
Page 129 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.