The Pirate Ship, and Other PoemsEdmonston, 1879 - 235 pages |
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Page 149 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 225 - Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Page 192 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Page 60 - God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
Page 14 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Page 228 - Isis veiled, with this inscription, / am all that has been, all that is, and all that will be, and no mortal has drawn aside my veil...
Page 147 - What grief is their's, whose spirits weep for her! — Oh many were the agonies of Prayer, And many were the mockeries of Hope ; And many a heart, that loved the weak delusion, Looked forward for the rosy smiles of Health, And many a rosy smile passed o'er that cheek Which will not smile again— and the soft tinge That often flushed across that fading face, And made the stranger sigh with friends, would wake A momentary hope— even the calm tone With which she spoke of Death, gave birth to thoughts,...
Page 147 - ... stood before me, With sweet sad smile, like the wan moon at midnight, Smiling in silence on a world at rest. I rushed away — I mingled with the mirth Of the noisy many — it is strange, that night, With a light heart, with light and lively words, I sported hours away, and yet there came At times wild feelings — words will not express them — But it seemed, that a chill eye gazed upon my heart, That a wan cheek, with sad smile, upbraided me, I felt that mirth was but a mockery, Yet I was...
Page 150 - To where the night parts with the rosy morn ! Behold the ocean paved with living gold, And ships and isles in gorgeous mantle rolled. Nature, thou glorious art in every land, Whether in desert bare or forest grand, Or mighty rivers as they onward roll, Or towering iceberg near the dreary Pole, ^Thy voice is eloquent in trees and flowers, The sunbeam is thy smile, thy tears the showers, Thy dew is wealth, like adverse fate thy cloud, Spring is thy birth time — winter is thy shroud. IB THIS SUMMER...
Page 149 - ... sounding lyre ; Both far and wide, both over land and sea, I would thy praises sing, sweet poesy. Grant but one feather from thy waving wing, And o'er my head thy passing shadow fling ; Inspire my pen to clothe my thoughts in verse, Thoughts free to roam throughout the universe. And now on Fancy's wing I swift am borne, To where the night parts with the rosy morn ! Behold the ocean paved with living gold, And ships and isles in gorgeous mantle rolled. Nature, thou glorious art in every land,...