The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott George Routledge & Company, 1857 - 397ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... arms , The shipwright's darling treasure , didst present To the four - quarter'd winds , robust and bold , Warp'd into tough knee - timber , many a load ! But the axe spar'd thee . In those thriftier days Oaks fell not , hewn by ...
... arms , The shipwright's darling treasure , didst present To the four - quarter'd winds , robust and bold , Warp'd into tough knee - timber , many a load ! But the axe spar'd thee . In those thriftier days Oaks fell not , hewn by ...
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... arms have left thee . Winds have rent them off Long since , and rovers of the forest wild , Some have left With bow and shaft , have burnt them . A splinter'd stump , bleach'd to a snowy white ; And some , memorial none where once they ...
... arms have left thee . Winds have rent them off Long since , and rovers of the forest wild , Some have left With bow and shaft , have burnt them . A splinter'd stump , bleach'd to a snowy white ; And some , memorial none where once they ...
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... arm around a vase she flings , From which the tender plant mimosa springs ; Towards its leaves , o'er which she fondly bends , The youthful fair her vacant hand extends With gentle motion , anxious to survey How far the feeling fibres ...
... arm around a vase she flings , From which the tender plant mimosa springs ; Towards its leaves , o'er which she fondly bends , The youthful fair her vacant hand extends With gentle motion , anxious to survey How far the feeling fibres ...
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... arms of trees , lovely in Spring , When on each bough the rosy tinctur'd bloom Sits thick , and promises autumnal plenty . For even those orchards round the Norman farms , Which , as their owners mark the promis'd fruit , Console them ...
... arms of trees , lovely in Spring , When on each bough the rosy tinctur'd bloom Sits thick , and promises autumnal plenty . For even those orchards round the Norman farms , Which , as their owners mark the promis'd fruit , Console them ...
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... arms outstretch , And urge the vengeance o'er the guilty wretch . Thus when Cambyses led his barbarous hosts From Persia's rocks to Egypt's trembling coasts , Defiled each hallow'd fane , and sacred wood , And , drunk with fury , swell ...
... arms outstretch , And urge the vengeance o'er the guilty wretch . Thus when Cambyses led his barbarous hosts From Persia's rocks to Egypt's trembling coasts , Defiled each hallow'd fane , and sacred wood , And , drunk with fury , swell ...
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art thou ARTEVELDE beam beauty beneath bird blessed BOSCH bosom breast breath breeze bright brow Bruges cheek cloud coursers dark dead dear deep delight dread dream earth EPICURUS face fair father fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour James Godwin JOANNA BAILLIE Kilmeny Lautaro LEWESDON HILL light Lochiel lonely look look'd lov'd MARY RUSSELL MITFORD MARY TIGHE Medes morning mother murmurs night o'er Orra pride Queen rocks rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seem'd shade shadow shining shore sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stept stood storm stream sudden fear summer sweet tears thee thine thou thought trees trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild wind wings youth
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137 ÆäÀÌÁö - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
162 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, , Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormv winds do blow.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...