Red-letter Poems by English Men and WomenT.Y. Crowell, 1885 - 648 psl. |
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... heart alone , I cannot live without thee . LOVE'S FAREWELL . SINCE there's no help , come let us kiss and part , - Nay I have done , you get no more of me ; And I am glad , yea glad with all my heart , That thus so cleanly I myself can ...
... heart alone , I cannot live without thee . LOVE'S FAREWELL . SINCE there's no help , come let us kiss and part , - Nay I have done , you get no more of me ; And I am glad , yea glad with all my heart , That thus so cleanly I myself can ...
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... heart : A gentle warning ( friends ) thus may you see , What'tis to keep a drunkard company . LOVE BANISHED HEAVEN . SONNET . LOVE banish'd heaven , in earth was held in scorn , Wand'ring abroad in need and beggary ; And wanting friends ...
... heart : A gentle warning ( friends ) thus may you see , What'tis to keep a drunkard company . LOVE BANISHED HEAVEN . SONNET . LOVE banish'd heaven , in earth was held in scorn , Wand'ring abroad in need and beggary ; And wanting friends ...
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... heart again , Which no unworthy thought could stain ; But if it be taught by thine To make jestings Of protestings , And break both Word and oath , Keep it still , ' tis none of mine . Yet send me back my heart and eyes , That I may ...
... heart again , Which no unworthy thought could stain ; But if it be taught by thine To make jestings Of protestings , And break both Word and oath , Keep it still , ' tis none of mine . Yet send me back my heart and eyes , That I may ...
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... heart to hate Her , that him lov'd , and ever most adored As the god of my life ? why hath he me abhorred ? " Redounding tears did choke th ' end of her plaint , Which softly echoed from the neighbor wood ; And , sad to see her ...
... heart to hate Her , that him lov'd , and ever most adored As the god of my life ? why hath he me abhorred ? " Redounding tears did choke th ' end of her plaint , Which softly echoed from the neighbor wood ; And , sad to see her ...
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... heart and write . 5 . It is most true that eyes are form'd to serve The inward light , and that the heavenly part Ought to be King , from whose rules who do swerve , Rebels to nature , strive for their own smart . It is most true , what ...
... heart and write . 5 . It is most true that eyes are form'd to serve The inward light , and that the heavenly part Ought to be King , from whose rules who do swerve , Rebels to nature , strive for their own smart . It is most true , what ...
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420 psl. - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before. To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
327 psl. - mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. . It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice ! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me,...
475 psl. - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
269 psl. - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see E'en in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. " The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
179 psl. - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
52 psl. - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
455 psl. - Matched with thine, would be all But an empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
7 psl. - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
552 psl. - for Aix is in sight ! " How they'll greet us ! " — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and crop over ; lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
278 psl. - 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. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim,...