The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - 522 páginas |
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Página 81
... lips ' gan to say , " Oh kiss me gentle one , for now Even I am called away- The blessed mother's voice I hear , It calleth me away ! " So died the child ; -and Marien laid His meek arms on his breast , With the clasped book between his ...
... lips ' gan to say , " Oh kiss me gentle one , for now Even I am called away- The blessed mother's voice I hear , It calleth me away ! " So died the child ; -and Marien laid His meek arms on his breast , With the clasped book between his ...
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... lips He lay , as one whose life Meeteth with death , yet waiteth still The last conflicting strife . Beside him knelt she on the turf , And spoke in accents low Words of strong love , which like new life Seemed through the frame to go ...
... lips He lay , as one whose life Meeteth with death , yet waiteth still The last conflicting strife . Beside him knelt she on the turf , And spoke in accents low Words of strong love , which like new life Seemed through the frame to go ...
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... lip , and fair the cheek Of the favourite Odalique ! Let her robes be silks and gold , Round her waist the cashmere fold ... lips . In the harem's brightest room , Hung with silks of Iran's loom , Breathing odours rich as those Of the ...
... lip , and fair the cheek Of the favourite Odalique ! Let her robes be silks and gold , Round her waist the cashmere fold ... lips . In the harem's brightest room , Hung with silks of Iran's loom , Breathing odours rich as those Of the ...
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... lips ; and I do mirror him In the clear glass of my poor eloquence . FAZIO . In coarse and honest phraseology , A flatterer . FALSETTO . Flatterer ! Nay , the word's grown gross . An apt discourser upon things of honour , Professor of ...
... lips ; and I do mirror him In the clear glass of my poor eloquence . FAZIO . In coarse and honest phraseology , A flatterer . FALSETTO . Flatterer ! Nay , the word's grown gross . An apt discourser upon things of honour , Professor of ...
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... lip , or eye , or cheek , Or that poetical treasure , a true heart . But , my lord , a fair - order'd head - dress ... lips tipt with the fire of heaven , Th ' excursive eye , that in its earth - wide range Drinks in the grandeur and ...
... lip , or eye , or cheek , Or that poetical treasure , a true heart . But , my lord , a fair - order'd head - dress ... lips tipt with the fire of heaven , Th ' excursive eye , that in its earth - wide range Drinks in the grandeur and ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.