The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - Всего страниц: 522 |
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... Angel .. 101 ..... The House - Sparrow 136 ib . Childhood . 138 III . The Lord Jesus IV . The Eleven Corn Fields 102 Birds ..... 139 ib . The Woodpecker . ib . ib . The Harebell 140 The Two Estates . 103 The Screech Owl ib . Life's ...
... Angel .. 101 ..... The House - Sparrow 136 ib . Childhood . 138 III . The Lord Jesus IV . The Eleven Corn Fields 102 Birds ..... 139 ib . The Woodpecker . ib . ib . The Harebell 140 The Two Estates . 103 The Screech Owl ib . Life's ...
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... angel of my youth . Oh , Thou that didst the mother's heart bestow , Sustain it in its woe , For mourning give it joy ... angels ! Even now Thou blessed book , talents , and friends , yet has the moments when 15 THE SEVEN TEMPTATIONS . 5.
... angel of my youth . Oh , Thou that didst the mother's heart bestow , Sustain it in its woe , For mourning give it joy ... angels ! Even now Thou blessed book , talents , and friends , yet has the moments when 15 THE SEVEN TEMPTATIONS . 5.
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... angel - songs are pealing ! Heavenly mysteries are unsealing , Come and see , oh come and see ! Here the living waters pour , Drink and thou shalt thirst no more , Dweller in eternity ! No more toiling - no more sadness ! Welcome to ...
... angel - songs are pealing ! Heavenly mysteries are unsealing , Come and see , oh come and see ! Here the living waters pour , Drink and thou shalt thirst no more , Dweller in eternity ! No more toiling - no more sadness ! Welcome to ...
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... angels walked in it . But let's cast anchor here — the soundings taken , Are seven fathom water with good anchorage . Cap . Let it be done ! [ The anchor is cas ! -all hands crowd on deck , eagerly looking out . — . Morning be- gins to ...
... angels walked in it . But let's cast anchor here — the soundings taken , Are seven fathom water with good anchorage . Cap . Let it be done ! [ The anchor is cas ! -all hands crowd on deck , eagerly looking out . — . Morning be- gins to ...
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... angel of sweet mercy ! woe is me ! Sorrow hath left its trace upon thy cheek- I am a cursed spoiler , who was born To wring the hearts that loved me ! -oh my mother ! My gracious mother ! is she changed as thou ? Cons . Thy mother ! ask ...
... angel of sweet mercy ! woe is me ! Sorrow hath left its trace upon thy cheek- I am a cursed spoiler , who was born To wring the hearts that loved me ! -oh my mother ! My gracious mother ! is she changed as thou ? Cons . Thy mother ! ask ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels ANNE BOLEYN ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child clouds cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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Стр. 69 - 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.
Стр. 433 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Стр. 45 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. VI. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Стр. 61 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty...
Стр. 30 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Стр. 46 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Стр. 45 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland: He startled her; but soon she knew his face, And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand, Saying, 'Mercy, Porphyro!
Стр. 45 - All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Стр. 27 - Your lutes, and gentler fate ! We follow Bacchus ! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus ! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide : — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy...
Стр. 129 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.