Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 6±Ç1859 |
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... sound of thy dear little feet . Alas ! tears dim mine eyes , Meeting in every place some joy of thine , Or when fair children pass me in the street . Beauty was on thy cheek ; and thou didst seem A privileged being , charter'd from ...
... sound of thy dear little feet . Alas ! tears dim mine eyes , Meeting in every place some joy of thine , Or when fair children pass me in the street . Beauty was on thy cheek ; and thou didst seem A privileged being , charter'd from ...
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... sounds , So , from that countless multitude , the voice Of wailing , and of lamentation deep , Rose on the stirless air ... sound , Save the great boiling of the ponderous flood . Noon came , -a deep eclipse ! yet stirred no man . Eve ...
... sounds , So , from that countless multitude , the voice Of wailing , and of lamentation deep , Rose on the stirless air ... sound , Save the great boiling of the ponderous flood . Noon came , -a deep eclipse ! yet stirred no man . Eve ...
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... sound , And single ' tis my fate to be , whilst fast in wedlock bound . The learned place me at their head , although unknown to fame , And eloquence itself delights to sound abroad my name . Though plunged in guilt , the tenant of a ...
... sound , And single ' tis my fate to be , whilst fast in wedlock bound . The learned place me at their head , although unknown to fame , And eloquence itself delights to sound abroad my name . Though plunged in guilt , the tenant of a ...
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... sounds his cheering call : The cottage hinds the glimmering lantern trim , And to the barn wade , sinking , in the drift ; The alternate flails bounce from the loosen'd sheaf . Pleasant these sounds ! they sleep to slumber change ; 26 ...
... sounds his cheering call : The cottage hinds the glimmering lantern trim , And to the barn wade , sinking , in the drift ; The alternate flails bounce from the loosen'd sheaf . Pleasant these sounds ! they sleep to slumber change ; 26 ...
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Beautiful poetry. Pleasant these sounds ! they sleep to slumber change ; Pleasant to him whom no laborious task Whispers , Arise ; —whom neither love of gain , Nor love of power , nor hopes , nor fears , disturb . Late daylight comes at ...
Beautiful poetry. Pleasant these sounds ! they sleep to slumber change ; Pleasant to him whom no laborious task Whispers , Arise ; —whom neither love of gain , Nor love of power , nor hopes , nor fears , disturb . Late daylight comes at ...
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AE FOND KISS BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath breeze bright brooklet brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fade fair fair music feel flowers game at chess gaze gentle gleam glory grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven Helon holy hope hour land lassie leaves light lips live Lochinvar lonely look look'd moon morning murmur N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pale pass'd poem poet rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree turn'd Twas unto voice wave weary weep wild wind wings young youth
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51 ÆäÀÌÁö - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
344 ÆäÀÌÁö - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
319 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
347 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
362 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.