Miscellaneous PoemsWilliam Benbow, 1826 - 144 páginas |
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... rolled by ; Its waves are unreturning ; But we yet stand In a lone land , Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears , which fade and flee In the light of life's dim morning . November 5th , 1817 . ΤΟ MUSIC , when soft voices die ...
... rolled by ; Its waves are unreturning ; But we yet stand In a lone land , Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears , which fade and flee In the light of life's dim morning . November 5th , 1817 . ΤΟ MUSIC , when soft voices die ...
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... rolled , The rats in her heart Will have made their nest , And the worms be alive in her golden hair , While the spirit that guides the sun , Sits throned in his flaming chair , She shall sleep . * Pisa , 1821 . * ΤΟ ' I FEAR thy kisses ...
... rolled , The rats in her heart Will have made their nest , And the worms be alive in her golden hair , While the spirit that guides the sun , Sits throned in his flaming chair , She shall sleep . * Pisa , 1821 . * ΤΟ ' I FEAR thy kisses ...
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... rolled Over the horizon's wave , with looks of light Smiled on it from the threshold of the night . IX . The mitigated influences of air And light revived the plant , and from it grew Strong leaves and tendrils , and its flowers fair ...
... rolled Over the horizon's wave , with looks of light Smiled on it from the threshold of the night . IX . The mitigated influences of air And light revived the plant , and from it grew Strong leaves and tendrils , and its flowers fair ...
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... rolled , In terror and blood and gold , A torrent of ruin to death from his birth . Leave the millions who follow to mould The metal before it be cold ; And weave into his shame , which like the dead Shrouds me , the hopes that from his ...
... rolled , In terror and blood and gold , A torrent of ruin to death from his birth . Leave the millions who follow to mould The metal before it be cold ; And weave into his shame , which like the dead Shrouds me , the hopes that from his ...
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.