The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest PoemsMilner and Sowerby, 1866 - 480ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... happy , since They've bid me part with thee . The world will seem a wilderness ; And nought can make me blest , Save the thoughts of a re - union , Where the weary are at rest . Each scene that we have visited , Each book that we have ...
... happy , since They've bid me part with thee . The world will seem a wilderness ; And nought can make me blest , Save the thoughts of a re - union , Where the weary are at rest . Each scene that we have visited , Each book that we have ...
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... happy hearts Like two young streamlets shone , That leap along on their mountain path , Then mingle their waters as one . They parted : he roved to the western wilds , So seek for his bird a nest , And Rosalie dwelt in her father's ...
... happy hearts Like two young streamlets shone , That leap along on their mountain path , Then mingle their waters as one . They parted : he roved to the western wilds , So seek for his bird a nest , And Rosalie dwelt in her father's ...
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... happy hours come o'er me , Hours that time can never sear . Do you still prove faithful to me , Can you lay your hand in mine , Can you , when I come to claim- Claim that gentle hand of thine- Say that you are fonder , truer , Still ...
... happy hours come o'er me , Hours that time can never sear . Do you still prove faithful to me , Can you lay your hand in mine , Can you , when I come to claim- Claim that gentle hand of thine- Say that you are fonder , truer , Still ...
28 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Happy hour , that brought me safely To my boyhood's mountain home ; And I feel that , while you love me , I again will never roam . That I ne'er again will wander From my home and Leonore , And the merry birds are singing , Singing as ...
... Happy hour , that brought me safely To my boyhood's mountain home ; And I feel that , while you love me , I again will never roam . That I ne'er again will wander From my home and Leonore , And the merry birds are singing , Singing as ...
29 ÆäÀÌÁö
... happy thought and feelings rife Seem evermore to guide her ; The very ills and cares of life Forget themselves beside her ! Each sweet expressive glance appears Of nature's best selection ; It took the world six thousand years To ...
... happy thought and feelings rife Seem evermore to guide her ; The very ills and cares of life Forget themselves beside her ! Each sweet expressive glance appears Of nature's best selection ; It took the world six thousand years To ...
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166 ÆäÀÌÁö - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
362 ÆäÀÌÁö - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
439 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...