Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 pages |
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... Dread of Death 54 Affectionate Memory of the Dog The Return of the Bee to the Hive On the Death of a Sister ........... BOWLES , WILLIAM LISLE ( born ib . ..... ib . ... 95 BLOOMFIELD , ROBERT ( born 1766 , died 1823 ) .. 55 1762 ) ...
... Dread of Death 54 Affectionate Memory of the Dog The Return of the Bee to the Hive On the Death of a Sister ........... BOWLES , WILLIAM LISLE ( born ib . ..... ib . ... 95 BLOOMFIELD , ROBERT ( born 1766 , died 1823 ) .. 55 1762 ) ...
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... DREAD OF DEATH . And what is death ? Is it so terrible to die , my brother ? Or grant it terrible , is it for that The less inevitable ? If , indeed , We could by stratagem elude the blow , When some high duty calls us forth to die ...
... DREAD OF DEATH . And what is death ? Is it so terrible to die , my brother ? Or grant it terrible , is it for that The less inevitable ? If , indeed , We could by stratagem elude the blow , When some high duty calls us forth to die ...
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... dread , And buy , with timely change , their future bread . Such are our guides : how many a peaceful head , Born to be still , have they to wrangling led ! How many an honest zealot stolen from trade , And factious tools of pious ...
... dread , And buy , with timely change , their future bread . Such are our guides : how many a peaceful head , Born to be still , have they to wrangling led ! How many an honest zealot stolen from trade , And factious tools of pious ...
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... dread The cold neat parlour , and the gay glazed bed ; At home I felt a more decided taste , And must have all things in my order placed ; I ceased to hunt , my horses pleased me less , My dinner more ; I learn'd to play at chess ; I ...
... dread The cold neat parlour , and the gay glazed bed ; At home I felt a more decided taste , And must have all things in my order placed ; I ceased to hunt , my horses pleased me less , My dinner more ; I learn'd to play at chess ; I ...
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... dread , And her contempt the needle and the thread : But when she read a gentle damsel's part , Her woe , her wish ! -she had them all by heart . At length the hero of the boards drew nigh , Who spake of love till sigh re - echo'd sigh ...
... dread , And her contempt the needle and the thread : But when she read a gentle damsel's part , Her woe , her wish ! -she had them all by heart . At length the hero of the boards drew nigh , Who spake of love till sigh re - echo'd sigh ...
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Page 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 112 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither— And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 109 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Page 111 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 168 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
Page 307 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Page 105 - You run about/ my little maid/ your limbs they are alive ; if two are in the churchyard laid/ then ye are only five." " Their graves are green/ they may be seen/" the little maid replied/ "twelve steps or more from my mother's door/ and they are side by side.