Living English poets [selections from their works].1883 - 325 pages |
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... soft dawn's purpling twilight creep Over your ridges , while the mystic dews Swarm down , and wait to be instinct with gold And solar fire ! -ye mountains waving brown With thick - winged woods , and blotted with deep caves In secret ...
... soft dawn's purpling twilight creep Over your ridges , while the mystic dews Swarm down , and wait to be instinct with gold And solar fire ! -ye mountains waving brown With thick - winged woods , and blotted with deep caves In secret ...
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... Soft ringing from the valleys , caves , and groves , Beyond the reddening heights ? ' Tis Artemis come With all her buskined Nymphs and sylvan rout , To scare the silence and the sacred shades , And with dim music break their rapturous ...
... Soft ringing from the valleys , caves , and groves , Beyond the reddening heights ? ' Tis Artemis come With all her buskined Nymphs and sylvan rout , To scare the silence and the sacred shades , And with dim music break their rapturous ...
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... Soft music for the serpent's ear , But now his cunning hand is stayed ; He knows the hour of death is near . And all that live in brake and bough , All know the brand is on his brow . Yet where his soul is he must go : He crawls along ...
... Soft music for the serpent's ear , But now his cunning hand is stayed ; He knows the hour of death is near . And all that live in brake and bough , All know the brand is on his brow . Yet where his soul is he must go : He crawls along ...
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... soft air fans the cloud apart ; there comes A glimpse of that dark world where I was born . Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals From thy pure brows , and from thy shoulders pure , And bosom beating with a heart renew'd . Thy ...
... soft air fans the cloud apart ; there comes A glimpse of that dark world where I was born . Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals From thy pure brows , and from thy shoulders pure , And bosom beating with a heart renew'd . Thy ...
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... soft splendours that you look so bright ? I have climb'd nearer out of lonely Hell . Beat , happy stars , timing with things below , Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell , Blest , but for some dark undercurrent woe That ...
... soft splendours that you look so bright ? I have climb'd nearer out of lonely Hell . Beat , happy stars , timing with things below , Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell , Blest , but for some dark undercurrent woe That ...
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BABETTE Bassarid beneath birds Born breast breath bright brow CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI dark dead death deep doth dream Drowsietown earth eyes face faint fair fear feet fire flowers Godmar golden grass green grow hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hounds of spring Jehane King kiss laughed leave light lips live morn murmur night nightingale o'er Ozana pain pale powers of Pain rain rest RICHARD WATSON DIXON ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN rose round shadows shining shore silent sing SIR BORS sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stood stream strive strong sundew sweet thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things THOMAS WOOLNER thought thro To-morrow turn turn'd unto VIEUXBOIS Vizier voice vrom wake waves weep WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE Wilt thou wind wings
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Page 121 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All men ignored in me, This I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Page 115 - Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! A spark disturbs our clod ; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of his tribes that take, I must believe.
Page 117 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Page 113 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Page 121 - Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
Page 179 - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight ? They will not keep you standing at the door.
Page 118 - Youth ended, I shall try My gain or loss thereby; Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: And I shall weigh the same, Give life its praise or blame: Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old.
Page 163 - From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head, He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a...
Page 250 - The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping, Haply, of lovers none ever will know, Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Years ago. Heart handfast in heart as they stood, 'Look thither,
Page 141 - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertax'd, its palsied hearts, was rife — Fly hence, our contact fear!