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... minds of all its readers . " - Times , June 6 , 1865 . " Mr. Locker can write vigorously and affectingly . " - Athenæum , June 17 , 1865 . " A very pretty edition of very pleasant rhymes . " - Spectator , July 1 , 1865 . .. His epigrams ...
... minds of all its readers . " - Times , June 6 , 1865 . " Mr. Locker can write vigorously and affectingly . " - Athenæum , June 17 , 1865 . " A very pretty edition of very pleasant rhymes . " - Spectator , July 1 , 1865 . .. His epigrams ...
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... mind . " - Athenæum , February 22 , 1865 . " Everything calculated to throw light on the development of Hood's genius will be welcome to the public , whom he moved at will to tears or laughter . " - Daily News , February 24 , 1862 ...
... mind . " - Athenæum , February 22 , 1865 . " Everything calculated to throw light on the development of Hood's genius will be welcome to the public , whom he moved at will to tears or laughter . " - Daily News , February 24 , 1862 ...
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... Mind . AN AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL POEM . SECOND EDITION . In one volume , foolscap 8vo , price 6s . cloth . The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth . In one volume , foolscap 8vo , price 6s . cloth . 16 Books Published by Messrs . Edward Moxon ...
... Mind . AN AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL POEM . SECOND EDITION . In one volume , foolscap 8vo , price 6s . cloth . The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth . In one volume , foolscap 8vo , price 6s . cloth . 16 Books Published by Messrs . Edward Moxon ...
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... mind , When who but a fool would have faith in a tradesman's ware or his word ? Is it peace or war ? Civil war , as I think , and that of a kind The viler , as underhand , not openly bearing the sword . 8 . Sooner or later I too may ...
... mind , When who but a fool would have faith in a tradesman's ware or his word ? Is it peace or war ? Civil war , as I think , and that of a kind The viler , as underhand , not openly bearing the sword . 8 . Sooner or later I too may ...
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... mind With a joy in which I cannot rejoice , A glory I shall not find . Still ! I will hear you no more , For your sweetness hardly leaves me a choice But to move to the meadow and fall before Her feet on the meadow grass , and adore ...
... mind With a joy in which I cannot rejoice , A glory I shall not find . Still ! I will hear you no more , For your sweetness hardly leaves me a choice But to move to the meadow and fall before Her feet on the meadow grass , and adore ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Athenæum babble beat beauty blood bow'd brimming river brook brother Cannon Charles Lamb Cloth bevelled cold Coleridge's dark dead dear Death delight dream Edited and prefaced EDWARD MOXON elegant cloth Enoch Arden fair fancy Fcap feet flash'd flow To join foolscap 8vo garden gilt edges gloom glory gone Hall hand happy head hear heart honour Hood's Illustrated join the brimming July 29 Katie Keats land LIGHT BRIGADE lilies look'd lord MARTIN F Maud meadow moor morocco gilt MOXON'S MINIATURE POETS never night o'er passionate peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems POET LAUREATE Poetical poison'd price 15s Review rings Rode the six rose seem'd Selection SHELLEY Shelley's shining silent six hundred smile stood sweet thee things THOMAS HOOD thou thro true turn'd vext Vide MOXON'S MINIATURE volume weep William Wordsworth wood Wordsworth's
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Strona 119 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Strona 89 - The tiny cell is forlorn, Void of the little living will That made it stir on the shore. Did he stand at the diamond door Of his house in a rainbow frill ? Did he push, when he was uncurl'd, A golden foot or a fairy horn Thro...
Strona 78 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone ? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Strona 81 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Strona 96 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Strona 141 - Thro' the dome of the golden cross ; And the volleying cannon thunder his loss ; He knew their voices of old. For many a time in many a clime His...
Strona 119 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strona 149 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Strona 120 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strona 126 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.