Rogers to HemansRossiter Johnson D. Appleton, 1876 |
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... Breath .. 587 727 A Bridal Dirge ... The Rhine . 587 728 587 728 The Hirlas Horn .. 588 780 An Epistle to Charles Lamb . 588 730 Come ! iet us to the Land .. 589 731 The Past .. 589 732 I loved her when She looked from me 589 732 A ...
... Breath .. 587 727 A Bridal Dirge ... The Rhine . 587 728 587 728 The Hirlas Horn .. 588 780 An Epistle to Charles Lamb . 588 730 Come ! iet us to the Land .. 589 731 The Past .. 589 732 I loved her when She looked from me 589 732 A ...
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... breathing through their dust , Still , from the frame in mould gigantic cast , Starting to life - all whisper of the ... breath'd his prayer , " Long may such good . ness live ! " ' Twas all he gave , ' twas all he had to give . But hark ...
... breathing through their dust , Still , from the frame in mould gigantic cast , Starting to life - all whisper of the ... breath'd his prayer , " Long may such good . ness live ! " ' Twas all he gave , ' twas all he had to give . But hark ...
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... breath , ere nature sunk to rest , Thy meek submission to thy God express'd ; When thy last look , ere thought and feeling fled , A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave , Its hope in death ...
... breath , ere nature sunk to rest , Thy meek submission to thy God express'd ; When thy last look , ere thought and feeling fled , A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave , Its hope in death ...
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... breath itself stands still ; Nature's sublimer scenes ne'er charm'd mine eyes , Nor science led me through the boundless skies ; From meaner objects far my raptures flow : O point these raptures ! bid my bosom glow ! And lead my soul to ...
... breath itself stands still ; Nature's sublimer scenes ne'er charm'd mine eyes , Nor science led me through the boundless skies ; From meaner objects far my raptures flow : O point these raptures ! bid my bosom glow ! And lead my soul to ...
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... breath emitted floats in clouds around : Drops chase each other down his chest and sides , And spatter'd mud his native colour hides : Through his swoln veins the boiling torrent flows And every nerve a separate torture knows . His ...
... breath emitted floats in clouds around : Drops chase each other down his chest and sides , And spatter'd mud his native colour hides : Through his swoln veins the boiling torrent flows And every nerve a separate torture knows . His ...
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Página 223 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied : — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Página 150 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and 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 perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet...
Página 339 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Página 151 - Ah! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam, The.. light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile, Amid a world how different from this ! Beside a sea that could not cease to smile; On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss.
Página 459 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 344 - twas like all instruments. Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 223 - But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 345 - The Pilot, and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Página 291 - The bride at the altar; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges ; Come with your fighting gear, Broad-swords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended; Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume, Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Página 491 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.