Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 pages |
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... sight , a glorious sight ! Thou would'st have smiled to see it . Rosin . How smile ! methinks thine eyes are wet with tears . Volt . ( Passing the back of his hand across his eyes ) Faith , so they are ; well , well , but I smiled too ...
... sight , a glorious sight ! Thou would'st have smiled to see it . Rosin . How smile ! methinks thine eyes are wet with tears . Volt . ( Passing the back of his hand across his eyes ) Faith , so they are ; well , well , but I smiled too ...
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... sight , thou pitchy viper , go ! [ Exit Ohio . Hardibrand . What black thing is it ? it appears , methinks , Not worth thine anger . Keeper . That man , may't please you , sir , was born a prince . Hardibrand . I do not catch thy jest ...
... sight , thou pitchy viper , go ! [ Exit Ohio . Hardibrand . What black thing is it ? it appears , methinks , Not worth thine anger . Keeper . That man , may't please you , sir , was born a prince . Hardibrand . I do not catch thy jest ...
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... Betakes him to the secret bower ; His footsteps softly move ; Impell'd by every tender power , He steals upon his love . 50 O , horror ! horror ! blasting sight ! MORE, HANNAH (born 1745, died 1832) The Fatal Mistake ...............
... Betakes him to the secret bower ; His footsteps softly move ; Impell'd by every tender power , He steals upon his love . 50 O , horror ! horror ! blasting sight ! MORE, HANNAH (born 1745, died 1832) The Fatal Mistake ...............
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... sight ! He sees his Birtha's charms , Reclined with melting , fond delight , Within a stranger's arms . Wild frenzy fires his frantic hand , Distracted at the sight , He flies to where the lovers stand , And stabs the stranger knight ...
... sight ! He sees his Birtha's charms , Reclined with melting , fond delight , Within a stranger's arms . Wild frenzy fires his frantic hand , Distracted at the sight , He flies to where the lovers stand , And stabs the stranger knight ...
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... the gale . A glorious sight , if glory dwells below , Where Heaven's munificence makes all the show , O'er every field and golden prospect found , That glads ROBERT BLOOMFIELD . 55 BLOOMFIELD, ROBERT (born 1766, died 1823) Harvest.
... the gale . A glorious sight , if glory dwells below , Where Heaven's munificence makes all the show , O'er every field and golden prospect found , That glads ROBERT BLOOMFIELD . 55 BLOOMFIELD, ROBERT (born 1766, died 1823) Harvest.
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Page 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Page 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Page 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Page 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Page 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.