 Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,...  The Modern Student's Book of English Literature - Page 389by Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 898 pagesFull view - About this book
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1890 - 460 pages
...tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,...peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts... | |
 | English poetry - 1890 - 332 pages
...gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace \Vhich waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er...in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, CLXIV. f) RIGHT be the place of thy soul ! U No lovelier spirit than thine E'er burst from its mortal... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1890 - 458 pages
...tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,...tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, I THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. ! THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1891 - 752 pages
...tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd o face, as thou dost now His Holy of Holies, nor be...great Alp, which still doth Deceived by its gigantic I ГНЕ HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT. ГНЕ harp the monarch minstrel swept, The King of men,... | |
 | Walter Learned - American poetry - 1891 - 404 pages
...the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace 222 A Treasury of Favorite Poems. Which waves in every raven tress. Or softly lightens...peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. LORD BYRON. MAID OF ATHENS. MAID of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart ! Or, since... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1891 - 408 pages
...more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in etery raven tress Or sofily lightens o'er her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet...peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. Lord Byron She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight ; A lovely Apparition,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1892 - 324 pages
...tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,...heart whose love is innocent ! "OH! SNATCH'D AWAY." OH ! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb ; But on thy turf shall... | |
 | William Ralph Hall Caine - English poetry - 1892 - 320 pages
...tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress...peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. To Thyrza AND thou art dead ! as young and fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft, and charms... | |
 | Calendar - Calendars - 1893 - 414 pages
...tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,...peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. CAMPION WHETHER men do laugh or weep, Whether they do wake or sleep, Whether they die young or old,... | |
 | Love poetry - 1893 - 262 pages
...tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half-impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,...peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. LORD BYRON. RUTH. SHE stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the... | |
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