Poems, Tom 1Ticknor and Fields, 1859 - 448 |
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... clouds sun - fringed , are thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thy smile and frown are not aloof From one another , Each to each is dearest brother ; Hues of the silken sheeny woof Momently shot into each other . All the mystery is thine ...
... clouds sun - fringed , are thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thy smile and frown are not aloof From one another , Each to each is dearest brother ; Hues of the silken sheeny woof Momently shot into each other . All the mystery is thine ...
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... cloud , Showering thy gleaned wealth into my open breast , ( Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy ...
... cloud , Showering thy gleaned wealth into my open breast , ( Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy ...
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... cloud . V. Large dowries doth the raptured eye To the young spirit present When first she is wed ; And like a bride of old In triumph led , With music and sweet showers Of festal flowers , Unto the dwelling she must sway . Well hast ...
... cloud . V. Large dowries doth the raptured eye To the young spirit present When first she is wed ; And like a bride of old In triumph led , With music and sweet showers Of festal flowers , Unto the dwelling she must sway . Well hast ...
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... cloud would cross the vault , But day increased from heat to heat , On stony drought and steaming salt ; Till now at noon she slept again , And seemed knee - deep in mountain grass , And heard her native breezes pass , And runlets ...
... cloud would cross the vault , But day increased from heat to heat , On stony drought and steaming salt ; Till now at noon she slept again , And seemed knee - deep in mountain grass , And heard her native breezes pass , And runlets ...
Strona 88
... cloud of gold , Comes out thy deep ambrosial smile . I muse , as in a trance , whene'er The languors of thy love - deep eyes Float on to me . I would I were So tranced , so rapt in ecstasies , To stand apart , and to adore , Gazing on ...
... cloud of gold , Comes out thy deep ambrosial smile . I muse , as in a trance , whene'er The languors of thy love - deep eyes Float on to me . I would I were So tranced , so rapt in ecstasies , To stand apart , and to adore , Gazing on ...
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Strona 362 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Strona 360 - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Strona 364 - So careful of the type ?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
Strona 474 - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and goBut in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true ; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
Strona 112 - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power, (power of herself Would come uncalled for,) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Strona 446 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.
Strona 364 - Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho...
Strona 281 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Strona 384 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true...
Strona 12 - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, " The night is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!