Poems, Том 2Hilliard, Gray, 1827 |
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... look'd on two , Following his footsteps to the same dread place , For the same guilt - his sisters ! 5 - Well I knew The beauty on those brows , though each young face Was chang❜d — so deeply chang'd ! a dungeon's air Is hard for lov'd ...
... look'd on two , Following his footsteps to the same dread place , For the same guilt - his sisters ! 5 - Well I knew The beauty on those brows , though each young face Was chang❜d — so deeply chang'd ! a dungeon's air Is hard for lov'd ...
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... look'd up with her dim bewilder'd eyes , And there smil'd out her own soft brilliant skies , Far in their sultry southern azure spread , Glowing with joy , but silent ! —still they smil'd , Yet sent down no reprieve for earth's poor ...
... look'd up with her dim bewilder'd eyes , And there smil'd out her own soft brilliant skies , Far in their sultry southern azure spread , Glowing with joy , but silent ! —still they smil'd , Yet sent down no reprieve for earth's poor ...
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... look'd their last , And sigh'd- " Farewell , thou sun ! " - Eve glow'd and pass'd- Night - midnight and the moon - came forth and shed Sleep , even as dew , on glen , wood , peopled spot- Save one - a place of death — and there men ...
... look'd their last , And sigh'd- " Farewell , thou sun ! " - Eve glow'd and pass'd- Night - midnight and the moon - came forth and shed Sleep , even as dew , on glen , wood , peopled spot- Save one - a place of death — and there men ...
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... look'd up wildly ; there were anxious eyes Waiting that look - sad eyes of troubled thought , Alvar's Theresa's ! -Did her childhood rise , With all its pure and home - affections fraught , In the brief glance ? -She clasp'd her hands ...
... look'd up wildly ; there were anxious eyes Waiting that look - sad eyes of troubled thought , Alvar's Theresa's ! -Did her childhood rise , With all its pure and home - affections fraught , In the brief glance ? -She clasp'd her hands ...
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... look'd - and lo ! the clear broad river flowing , Past the old Moorish ruin on the steep , The lone tower dark against a heaven all glowing , Like seas of glass and fire ! —I saw the sweep Of glorious woods far down the mountain side ...
... look'd - and lo ! the clear broad river flowing , Past the old Moorish ruin on the steep , The lone tower dark against a heaven all glowing , Like seas of glass and fire ! —I saw the sweep Of glorious woods far down the mountain side ...
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ancient art thou beautiful bended Bow bless'd blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land Bring flowers brow burst call'd dark death deep didst dreams dust dwell earth England's dead ev'n fade faint fair fair brow falchion farewell fear fled floating fount gaze glance gleam gloom glow grave hath hear heard heart Heaven hour house of sleep hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leave light lips lone look look'd lyre midst mighty mirth Moorish mournful night Odin Oronoco pale pass'd pine pour'd rest rills Rio verde round Sea-king seas seem'd shades shadows shining shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft soft eyes song soul sound Spain spears spirit spring stars stood storm streams sweet sword tears thee Theseus thine thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone voice wave weep wild wind woods wouldst thou young
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Стр. 190 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own. To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her...
Стр. 231 - midst the blooms of the morn may dwell, I tarry no longer — farewell, farewell ! The summer is coming, on soft winds borne, Ye may press the grape, ye may bind the corn '. For me, I depart to a brighter shore, Ye are mark'd by care, ye are mine no more. I go where the loved who have left you dwell, And the flowers are not Death's — fare ye well, farewell ! THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
Стр. 91 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Стр. 225 - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away ; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Call'd thy harvest work to leave — Pray : ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Стр. 97 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Стр. 225 - Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath, not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea — Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Стр. 146 - Amidst the knightly ring: A murmur of the restless deep Was blent with every strain, A voice of winds that would not sleep — He never smiled again. Hearts, in that time, closed o'er the trace Of vows once fondly pour'd, And strangers took the kinsman's...
Стр. 100 - Anon some wilder portraiture he draws ; Of Nature's savage glories he would speak, — The loneliness of earth that overawes, — Where, resting by some tomb of old Cacique, The lama-driver on Peruvia's peak Nor...
Стр. 98 - In the solitude of the seas, we hail a star as a friend from whom we have long been separated. Among the Portuguese and the Spaniards peculiar motives seem to increase this feeling; a religious sentiment attaches them to a constellation, the form of which recalls the sign of the faith planted by their ancestors in the deserts of the New World.
Стр. 146 - He lived — for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death to those who mourn ? He never smiled again ! There stood proud forms around his throne, The stately and the brave, But which could fill the place of one...