Miscellaneous PoemsWilliam Benbow, 1826 - 144 páginas |
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... Rose leaves , when the rose is dead , Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . ! GINEVRA . A FRAGMENT . WILD , pale , and MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 27 Lines-That time is ...
... Rose leaves , when the rose is dead , Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . ! GINEVRA . A FRAGMENT . WILD , pale , and MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 27 Lines-That time is ...
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... roses , and ivy serpentine , With its dark buds and leaves , wandering astray : And flowers azure , black and streaked with gold , Fairer than any wakened eyes behold . And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag ...
... roses , and ivy serpentine , With its dark buds and leaves , wandering astray : And flowers azure , black and streaked with gold , Fairer than any wakened eyes behold . And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag ...
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... rose to do the task He set to each , Who shaped us to his ends and not our own ; The million rose to learn , and one to teach What none yet ever knew or can be known ; And many rose Whose woe was such that fear became desire ...
... rose to do the task He set to each , Who shaped us to his ends and not our own ; The million rose to learn , and one to teach What none yet ever knew or can be known ; And many rose Whose woe was such that fear became desire ...
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... rose Between the black trunks of the crowded trees , While the faint stars were gathering overhead.— " Is it not strange , Isabel , " said the youth , " I never saw the sun ? We will walk here To - morrow ; thou shalt look on it with me ...
... rose Between the black trunks of the crowded trees , While the faint stars were gathering overhead.— " Is it not strange , Isabel , " said the youth , " I never saw the sun ? We will walk here To - morrow ; thou shalt look on it with me ...
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... rose , The singing of that happy nightingale In this sweet forest , from the golden close Of evening , till the star of dawn may fail , Was interfused upon the silentness ; The folded roses and the violets pale Heard her within their ...
... rose , The singing of that happy nightingale In this sweet forest , from the golden close Of evening , till the star of dawn may fail , Was interfused upon the silentness ; The folded roses and the violets pale Heard her within their ...
Términos y frases comunes
æther ANTISTROPHE art thou azure beams beauty birds blood and gold blue bosom bowers boy In winter brain breast breath bright calm caves chasm cheek chidden city of death clouds cold cradle dark dead death deep delight desart divine doth dream earth EPODE eyes faint fear fled fleeting river flowers frozen gentle Ginevra gleams glory grass green grey grief hail hair hate heart heaven hopes Imperious inquisition kiss leaves light live love waves Mont Blanc moon morning motion mountains Naples never o'er ocean odour painted veil pale pine Pisa rain rocks round sails SERCHIO serene shadow sigh silent sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow sound spirit stars storm stream sweet pipings swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus vale veil violets voice wandering waters waves weep wept Whilst wild wind wings winter woods
Pasajes populares
Página 129 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Página 131 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground...
Página 2 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Página 39 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Página 10 - One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother ; And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love : But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?' (1821.) LAST CHORUS OF
Página 129 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 50 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Página 130 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Página 90 - THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves. Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...
Página 130 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.