The Bijou; or, Annual of literature and the artsWilliam Pickering, 1828 |
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... sleep . Like hidden gems in the flower - urns deep ; Enough the rich crimson spots that dwell Midst the gold of the cowslip's perfumed cell ; And the scent by the blossoming sweet - briars shed , And the beauty that bows the wood ...
... sleep . Like hidden gems in the flower - urns deep ; Enough the rich crimson spots that dwell Midst the gold of the cowslip's perfumed cell ; And the scent by the blossoming sweet - briars shed , And the beauty that bows the wood ...
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... sleep beneath the tree ; And he that these new laws begun , the curse of God take he ! Ye merchants , and ye wandering freres , ye well may curse with me , For ye are painful travellers , while laws like these shall be ; The king's ...
... sleep beneath the tree ; And he that these new laws begun , the curse of God take he ! Ye merchants , and ye wandering freres , ye well may curse with me , For ye are painful travellers , while laws like these shall be ; The king's ...
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... sleep beneath The canopy of the green tree , yea , on the naked heath , Than lie even in a Bishop's vault for many a weary day ; And he that ' twixt such choice would halt , he is a fool I say . I had a name that none could blame , but ...
... sleep beneath The canopy of the green tree , yea , on the naked heath , Than lie even in a Bishop's vault for many a weary day ; And he that ' twixt such choice would halt , he is a fool I say . I had a name that none could blame , but ...
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... sleeping , I marvel no more rose and laurel are weeping . 4 Yet sunbeam of heaven thou fall'st on the tomb- Why pausest thou by such dwelling of doom ? Before thee the grove and the garden are spread , Why lingerest thou round the place ...
... sleeping , I marvel no more rose and laurel are weeping . 4 Yet sunbeam of heaven thou fall'st on the tomb- Why pausest thou by such dwelling of doom ? Before thee the grove and the garden are spread , Why lingerest thou round the place ...
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... sleep on my eyelids hath prest , That I may be with thee at home and at rest : When wanderer no longer on life's weary shore , I may kneel at thy feet , and part from thee no more ; While death holds such hope forth to soothe and to ...
... sleep on my eyelids hath prest , That I may be with thee at home and at rest : When wanderer no longer on life's weary shore , I may kneel at thy feet , and part from thee no more ; While death holds such hope forth to soothe and to ...
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Page 24 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Page 139 - Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:— And thou wert aye a masker bold!
Page 24 - The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
Page 20 - Fairly began — but finish'd not; And fruitless, late remorse doth trace — Like Hebrew lore a backward pace — Her irrecoverable race. Disjointed numbers; sense unknit Huge reams of folly, shreds of wit; Compose the mingled mass of it. My scalded eyes no longer brook Upon this ink-blurr'd thing to look — Go, shut the leaves, and clasp the book.
Page 138 - twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along: — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.
Page 140 - A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed, And that and summer well agree : And lo ! where Mary leans her head, Two dear names carved upon the tree ! And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow...
Page 12 - neath the curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came ; And lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Page 138 - Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:— And thou wert aye a masker bold! What strange disguise hast now put on, To make believe, that thou art gone?
Page 304 - Face of the curled streams, with flow'rs as many As the young spring gives, and as choice as any ; Here be all new delights, cool streams and wells ; Arbours o'ergrown with woodbines, caves and dells ; Choose where thou wilt...
Page xi - With the hare through the copses and dingles wild ! With the butterfly over the heath, fair child ? Yes : the light fall of thy bounding feet Hath not startled the wren from her mossy seat ; Yet hast thou ranged the green forest-dells, And brought back a treasure of buds and bells.