The Poets and Poetry of the West: With Biographical and Critical Notices |
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Page 350 - I once had a little brother. With eyes that were dark and deep — In the lap of that old dim forest He lieth in peace asleep: Light as the down of the thistle. Free as the winds that blow. We roved there the beautiful summers. The summers of long ago ; But his feet on the hills grew weary. And, one of the autumn eves, I made for my little brother A bed of the yellow leaves. Sweetly his pale arms folded My neck in a meek embrace. As the light of immortal beauty Silently covered his face; And when...
Page 306 - As the tempest scorns a chain. How I laughed as I lay concealed from sight, For many a countless hour, At the childish boast of human might, And the pride of human power. When I saw an army upon the land, A navy upon...
Page 306 - may go and play," While I manage the world by myself. But harness me down with your iron bands, Be sure of your curb and rein, For I scorn the strength of your puny hands As the tempest scorns a chain.
Page 139 - Where the slant sunbeams shoot : But of each tall, old tree, the lengthening line, Slow-creeping eastward, marks the day's decline. Faster, along the plain, Moves now the shade, and on the meadow's edge : The kine are forth again, The bird flits in the hedge. Now in the molten west sinks the hot sun. Welcome, mild eve ! — the sultry day is done. Pleasantly...
Page 349 - Among the beautiful pictures That hang on memory's wall, Is one of a dim old forest, That seemeth best of all. Not for its gnarled oaks olden, Dark with the mistletoe ; Not for the violets golden That sprinkle the vale below; Not for the milk-white lilies That lean from the fragrant...
Page 142 - ... began, As any of the throng. Who is thine enemy ? — the high In station, or in wealth the chief? The great, who coldly pass thee by, With proud step and averted eye ? Nay ! nurse not such belief.
Page 200 - I COULD have stemmed misfortune's tide, And borne the rich one's sneer, Have braved the haughty glance of pride, Nor shed a single tear. I could have smiled on every blow From life's full quiver thrown, While I might gaze on thee, and know I should not be
Page 138 - Look'd on with hot, and fierce, and brassy face ; And still and lazily run, Scarce whispering in their pace, The half-dried rivulets, that lately sent A shout of gladness up, as on they went.
Page 216 - There's a charm in delivery, a magical art, That thrills, like a kiss, from the lip to the heart ; 'Tis the glance — the expression — the well-chosen word, By whose magic the depths of the spirit are stirred, The smile — the mute gesture — the soul-startling pause, The eye's sweet expression — that melts while it awes, The lip's soft persuasion — its musical tone — 0 such was the charm of that eloquent one...
Page 306 - I blow the bellows, I forge the steel, In all the shops of trade ; I hammer the ore and turn the wheel, Where my arms of strength...