The Podesta's Daughter: And Other Miscellaneous PoemsA. Hart, 1852 - 156 páginas |
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... winter , in a jealous mood , Might breed upon the bosom of his snows , In mockery of spring . Where are the forms . Of maiden beauty and of manly power That crushed the tender grass beneath their feet ? Sleep they in their own footsteps ...
... winter , in a jealous mood , Might breed upon the bosom of his snows , In mockery of spring . Where are the forms . Of maiden beauty and of manly power That crushed the tender grass beneath their feet ? Sleep they in their own footsteps ...
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... winter's fire . Yet , for all this , a sympathetic heart , Like that you seem to own , is only fit To hold the pure distilment of such tears As early sorrow sheds . Shall I go on ? Or do I blunder in my thought of you ? DUKE ODO . Of me ...
... winter's fire . Yet , for all this , a sympathetic heart , Like that you seem to own , is only fit To hold the pure distilment of such tears As early sorrow sheds . Shall I go on ? Or do I blunder in my thought of you ? DUKE ODO . Of me ...
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... winter , Giulia's cheek assumed A kindred color with the falling leaf , And her eyes brightened , and her thin white hands Grew thinner yet , her footstep lost its spring , And life seemed beating a slow - paced retreat From all its ...
... winter , Giulia's cheek assumed A kindred color with the falling leaf , And her eyes brightened , and her thin white hands Grew thinner yet , her footstep lost its spring , And life seemed beating a slow - paced retreat From all its ...
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... winter's shout , And battled sternly through his cutting sleet , Droop in their myriad leaves : while nightly birds , That piped their shrilling treble to the moon , Hang silent from the boughs , and peer around Awed by mysterious ...
... winter's shout , And battled sternly through his cutting sleet , Droop in their myriad leaves : while nightly birds , That piped their shrilling treble to the moon , Hang silent from the boughs , and peer around Awed by mysterious ...
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... winter , still the same clear song At morn and eve , still the contented hop , And low sly whistle , when the crumbs are thrown : Yet he is jealous of my tawny thrush , And drives him off , ere a faint symphony Ushers the carol warming ...
... winter , still the same clear song At morn and eve , still the contented hop , And low sly whistle , when the crumbs are thrown : Yet he is jealous of my tawny thrush , And drives him off , ere a faint symphony Ushers the carol warming ...
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The Podesta's Daughter and Other: Miscellaneous Poems (Classic Reprint) George Henry Boker Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
amid Anselm aspiring towers Bacche bear beneath billows blazing blood bosom breath bright brow burst calm Carving charms beneath Christ clouds cottage Count Odo crooking finger crystal planets darkness death dost DUKE ODO dull earth eyes face father fear flaming Florio flowers forever fruitful fur clothing gaze Giulia glance glow golden grass Grocer's daughter hand Hark haughty hear heart heaven heavenly hills holy ivory bone labor laugh light lips look maiden martial music miracle mortal murmur night nodding o'er Odo's pain pardon passion planet PODESTA priests proud roar rose round royal gem sail saint Satyr shadows shone shout shrink silent singing Sir John Franklin smile solemn song soul spirit spoke star sweet tears thee thing thou thought Thrice cursed throng toil trees trembling turbid current Twas waves ween wine winter wonder words wrath
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Página 129 - The summer went, the winter came, — We could not rule the year ; But summer will melt the ice again, And open a path to the sunny main, Whereon our ships shall steer...
Página 130 - Sir John, where are the English fields.' And where are the English trees ? And where are the little English flowers That open in the breeze ? ' ' " Be still, be still, my brave sailors! You shall see the fields again, And smell the scent of the opening flowers. The grass and the waving grain." " Oh ! when shall I see my orphan child? My Mary waits for me.
Página 125 - Between your land and the polar star My goodly vessels go." " Come down, if you would journey there," The little Indian said ; " And change your cloth for fur clothing, Your vessel for a sled.
Página 128 - A sled were better than a ship, To cruise through ice and snow. Down sank the baleful crimson sun, The northern light came out, And glared upon the ice-bound ships, And shook its spears about.
Página 125 - My goodly vessels go. Come down, if you would journey there, The little Indian said ; And change your cloth for fur clothing, Your vessel for a sled. But lightly laughed the stout Sir John, And the crew laughed with him too : — A sailor to change from ship to sled, I ween, were something new ! All through the long, long polar day, The vessels westward sped ; And wherever the sail of Sir John was blown, The ice gave way and fled : Gave way with many a hollow groan, And with many a surly roar, But...
Página 131 - Oh, think you, good Sir John Franklin. We'll ever see the land ? 'Twas cruel to send us here to starve Without a helping hand.
Página 60 - Silently sat the artist alone, Carving a Christ from the ivory bone. Little by little with toil and pain, He won his way through the sightless grain, That held and yet hid the thing he sought, Till the work stood up, a growing thought.
Página 128 - Down sank the baleful crimson sun, The northern light came out, And glared upon the ice-bound ships, And shook its spears about. The snow came down, storm breeding storm, And on the decks was laid : Till the weary sailor, sick at heart, Sank down beside his spade. Sir John ! the night is black and long, The hissing wind is bleak, The hard green ice is strong as death : — I prithee, Captain ! speak ! The night is neither bright nor short, The singing breeze is cold : The ice is not so strong as...
Página 126 - Gave way with many a hollow groan, And with many a surly roar ; But it murmured and threatened on every side, And closed where he sailed before. " Ho ! see ye not, my merry men, The broad and open sea ? Bethink ye what the whaler said, Think of the little Indian's sled !" The crew laughed out in glee. " Sir John, Sir John, 'tis bitter cold, The scud drives on the breeze, The ice comes looming from the north, The very sunbeams freeze.
Página 124 - The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...