Fifty Years of English Song: The earlier poets. The Blackwood coterie, and earlier Scottish poets. The poets of young IrelandHenry Fitz Randolph A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1887 |
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... FROM THE VILLAGE PATRIARCH ? The City Artizan Futurity Immortality . 139 140 141 142 The Marigold THOMAS HOOD . THE HAUNTED HOUSE . 143 THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM 154 THE SONG OF THE SHIRT THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS . CONTENTS . xiii.
... FROM THE VILLAGE PATRIARCH ? The City Artizan Futurity Immortality . 139 140 141 142 The Marigold THOMAS HOOD . THE HAUNTED HOUSE . 143 THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM 154 THE SONG OF THE SHIRT THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS . CONTENTS . xiii.
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Henry Fitz Randolph. THE SONG OF THE SHIRT THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS . THE DEATH - BED 161 164 168 168 • 171 FROM ' THE PLEA OF THE MIDSummer FAIRIES . The Meeting - place of the Fairies • The Speech of the Eve - Fay to Father Time FROM MISS ...
Henry Fitz Randolph. THE SONG OF THE SHIRT THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS . THE DEATH - BED 161 164 168 168 • 171 FROM ' THE PLEA OF THE MIDSummer FAIRIES . The Meeting - place of the Fairies • The Speech of the Eve - Fay to Father Time FROM MISS ...
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... Sighs , shortly afterwards in the same magazine . His poems were after his death published in two volumes , - Poems , 1846 ; and Poems of Wit and Humor , 1847. A complete edition of his works appeared in 1862 . HUNT , JAMES HENRY LEIGH ...
... Sighs , shortly afterwards in the same magazine . His poems were after his death published in two volumes , - Poems , 1846 ; and Poems of Wit and Humor , 1847. A complete edition of his works appeared in 1862 . HUNT , JAMES HENRY LEIGH ...
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... sigh , ' Tis some poor fellow's skull , said he , Who fell in the great victory . I find them in the garden , For there's many hereabout ; And often , when I go to plough , The ploughshare turns them out ; For many thousand men , said ...
... sigh , ' Tis some poor fellow's skull , said he , Who fell in the great victory . I find them in the garden , For there's many hereabout ; And often , when I go to plough , The ploughshare turns them out ; For many thousand men , said ...
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... sighs too end in song ) In smiling meads how sweet the brook's repose To the rough ocean and red restless sands ! Where are the woodland voices that increast Along the unseen path on festal days , When lay the dry and outcast arbutus On ...
... sighs too end in song ) In smiling meads how sweet the brook's repose To the rough ocean and red restless sands ! Where are the woodland voices that increast Along the unseen path on festal days , When lay the dry and outcast arbutus On ...
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Página 164 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags^ Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich! — She sang the
Página 48 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Página 41 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Página 56 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 47 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 46 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Página 44 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 167 - Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it. Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair...
Página 40 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 45 - mid work of his own hand he lies. Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses. With light upon him from his father's eyes!