Poems, 1 tomasTicknor and Fields, 1859 - 448 psl. |
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... SONG . THE OWL SECOND SONG . -TO THE SAME · RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . ODE TO MEMORY · SONG • ADELINE A CHARACTER Page · 3 · • 7 10 15 • · 17 · 20 21 · 22 · 30 · . 36 38 • 42 THE FOET THE POET'S MIND THE DYING SWAN • A.
... SONG . THE OWL SECOND SONG . -TO THE SAME · RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . ODE TO MEMORY · SONG • ADELINE A CHARACTER Page · 3 · • 7 10 15 • · 17 · 20 21 · 22 · 30 · . 36 38 • 42 THE FOET THE POET'S MIND THE DYING SWAN • A.
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... laughter - stirred With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him in his golden prime , - THE GOOD HAROUN ALRASCHID ! ODE TO MEMORY . I. THOU who stealest fire , THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . 29.
... laughter - stirred With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him in his golden prime , - THE GOOD HAROUN ALRASCHID ! ODE TO MEMORY . I. THOU who stealest fire , THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . 29.
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... memory . II . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day ; but robed in softened light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as a maid , whose stately brow The dew ...
... memory . II . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day ; but robed in softened light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as a maid , whose stately brow The dew ...
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... , not fathomless , Was cloven with the million stars that tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy . Small thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dull ODE TO MEMORY . 31.
... , not fathomless , Was cloven with the million stars that tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy . Small thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dull ODE TO MEMORY . 31.
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... memory . IV . Come forth , I charge thee , arise , Thou of the many tongues , the myriad eyes ! Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines Unto mine inner eye , Divinest memory ! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever ...
... memory . IV . Come forth , I charge thee , arise , Thou of the many tongues , the myriad eyes ! Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines Unto mine inner eye , Divinest memory ! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever ...
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362 psl. - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
360 psl. - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
364 psl. - So careful of the type ?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
474 psl. - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and goBut in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true ; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
112 psl. - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power, (power of herself Would come uncalled for,) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
446 psl. - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.
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281 psl. - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
384 psl. - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true...
12 psl. - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, " The night is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!