Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 עמודים |
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עמוד 37
... Pride , And Dulness , gentle pair , for aye allied ; Begotten without thought , born without pains , The ropy drivel of rheumatic brains . F. So let it be : and yet , methinks , my friend , Silence were wise , where satire will not mend ...
... Pride , And Dulness , gentle pair , for aye allied ; Begotten without thought , born without pains , The ropy drivel of rheumatic brains . F. So let it be : and yet , methinks , my friend , Silence were wise , where satire will not mend ...
עמוד 44
... pride of female stateliness . Ella . Dost thou ? then I am happy : I am proud : I will not wish me other than I am . Rodrig . Ah , if we part not instantly , my Ella , I feel , in faith , rude as my nature is , I soon shall be like thee ...
... pride of female stateliness . Ella . Dost thou ? then I am happy : I am proud : I will not wish me other than I am . Rodrig . Ah , if we part not instantly , my Ella , I feel , in faith , rude as my nature is , I soon shall be like thee ...
עמוד 45
... pride , And has been long establish'd in these walls To carry liquor for the prisoners : But such a cursed , spite - envenom'd toad ! — Hardibrand . Out on't ! thou'st told a tale that wrings my heart . Of royal line ; born to command ...
... pride , And has been long establish'd in these walls To carry liquor for the prisoners : But such a cursed , spite - envenom'd toad ! — Hardibrand . Out on't ! thou'st told a tale that wrings my heart . Of royal line ; born to command ...
עמוד 46
... pride thou tak'st thy stand , While many a stroke of fondness glides Along thy back and tabby sides : Dilated swells thy glossy fur , And loudly sings thy busy purr , - As , timing well the equal sound , Thy clutching feet bepat the ...
... pride thou tak'st thy stand , While many a stroke of fondness glides Along thy back and tabby sides : Dilated swells thy glossy fur , And loudly sings thy busy purr , - As , timing well the equal sound , Thy clutching feet bepat the ...
עמוד 47
... pride less fiercely beat , And smiles , a link in thee to find , That joins him still to living kind . Whence hast thou , then , thou witless puss , The magic power to charm us thus ? Is it , that in thy glaring eye And rapid movements ...
... pride less fiercely beat , And smiles , a link in thee to find , That joins him still to living kind . Whence hast thou , then , thou witless puss , The magic power to charm us thus ? Is it , that in thy glaring eye And rapid movements ...
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עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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,
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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!
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.