English Verse, Volume 2William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 - English poetry |
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... grow old , Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety . SONNETS . It is a beauteous evening , calm and free ! The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with ...
... grow old , Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety . SONNETS . It is a beauteous evening , calm and free ! The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with ...
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... grow where nothing is to fear Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear . I love to view these things with curious eyes , And moralize ; And in this wisdom of the Holly Tree Can emblems see Wherewith , perchance , to make a ...
... grow where nothing is to fear Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear . I love to view these things with curious eyes , And moralize ; And in this wisdom of the Holly Tree Can emblems see Wherewith , perchance , to make a ...
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... grows by giving : Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting ! Black manhood comes , when riotous guilty living Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting . " Kiss , baby ! kiss ! mother's lips shine by kisses : Choke the ...
... grows by giving : Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting ! Black manhood comes , when riotous guilty living Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting . " Kiss , baby ! kiss ! mother's lips shine by kisses : Choke the ...
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... grow wan : But there's a dome of nobler span , A temple given Thy faith , that bigots dare not ban , — Its space is heaven : Its roof star - pictured Nature's ceiling , Where , trancing the rapt spirit's feeling And God himself to Man ...
... grow wan : But there's a dome of nobler span , A temple given Thy faith , that bigots dare not ban , — Its space is heaven : Its roof star - pictured Nature's ceiling , Where , trancing the rapt spirit's feeling And God himself to Man ...
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... grows , More deadly pale and still : - Flowers ! O , a flower ! a winter rose , That tiny hand to fill . Go , search the fields ! the lichen wet Bends o'er the unfailing well ; Beneath the furrow lingers yet The scarlet pimpernel ...
... grows , More deadly pale and still : - Flowers ! O , a flower ! a winter rose , That tiny hand to fill . Go , search the fields ! the lichen wet Bends o'er the unfailing well ; Beneath the furrow lingers yet The scarlet pimpernel ...
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Page 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Page 169 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Page 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Page 173 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Page 85 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Page 256 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
Page 90 - And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Page 192 - Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne ! 'HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX...
Page 84 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!