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... smiles that win , the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent , — A mind at peace with all below , A heart whose love is innocent . CCXVII Lord Byron SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight ; A ...
... smiles that win , the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent , — A mind at peace with all below , A heart whose love is innocent . CCXVII Lord Byron SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight ; A ...
Page 46
... smiles . And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A being breathing thoughtful breath , A traveller between life and death : The reason firm , the temperate will , Endurance , foresight , strength , and skill ; A ...
... smiles . And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A being breathing thoughtful breath , A traveller between life and death : The reason firm , the temperate will , Endurance , foresight , strength , and skill ; A ...
Page 47
... smiles of other maidens are . H. Coleridge CCXIX I FEAR thy kisses , gentle maiden ; Thou needest not fear mine ; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burthen thine . I fear thy mien , thy tones , thy motion ; Thou needest not fear ...
... smiles of other maidens are . H. Coleridge CCXIX I FEAR thy kisses , gentle maiden ; Thou needest not fear mine ; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burthen thine . I fear thy mien , thy tones , thy motion ; Thou needest not fear ...
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... smile on him was dwelling- And am I then forgot - forgot ? It broke the heart of Ellen . In vain he weeps , in vain he sighs , Her cheek is cold as ashes ; Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes To lift their silken lashes . T ...
... smile on him was dwelling- And am I then forgot - forgot ? It broke the heart of Ellen . In vain he weeps , in vain he sighs , Her cheek is cold as ashes ; Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes To lift their silken lashes . T ...
Page 86
... smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight , Where the fires of funeral light Died away . Now joy , old England , raise ! For the tidings of thy might , By the festal cities ' blaze , Whilst the wine - cup shines in light ; And yet ...
... smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight , Where the fires of funeral light Died away . Now joy , old England , raise ! For the tidings of thy might , By the festal cities ' blaze , Whilst the wine - cup shines in light ; And yet ...
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antistrophe beauty behold beneath birds bower breath bright Brignall child clouds County Guy dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth English eyes fair fear feel flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glory Golden Treasury gone grave green H. F. Lyte happy hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hill Keats kiss ladies gay leaves light lines live look'd Lord Lord Byron lyric lyric poetry maiden Mermaid Tavern mind morn mountain never night o'er old familiar faces P. B. Shelley pale Palgrave Pibroch pleasure poems poet poetry rime round Ruth S. T. Coleridge Scott seem'd sestet shade shore silent sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit star storm sweet syllables tears thee There's thine things thou art thought trees twas verse voice wandering waves wild winds woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Page 83 - While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. 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 winds do blow...
Page 162 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 139 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 46 - 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.
Page 82 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 45 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 35 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 48 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 135 - ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, 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!
Page 143 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...