Lyrical PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1885 - 270 psl. |
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... PAST ; A SOUL OF NOBLER TONE ' ' DOST THOU LOOK BACK ON WHAT HATH BEEN ' I DREAM'D THERE WOULD BE SPRING NO MORE ' ' SWEET AFTER SHOWERS , AMBROSIAL AIR ' ' HOW PURE AT HEART AND SOUND IN HEAD ' ' MY LOVE HAS TALK'D WITH ROCKS AND TREES ...
... PAST ; A SOUL OF NOBLER TONE ' ' DOST THOU LOOK BACK ON WHAT HATH BEEN ' I DREAM'D THERE WOULD BE SPRING NO MORE ' ' SWEET AFTER SHOWERS , AMBROSIAL AIR ' ' HOW PURE AT HEART AND SOUND IN HEAD ' ' MY LOVE HAS TALK'D WITH ROCKS AND TREES ...
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... past afar , Thridding the sombre boskage of the wood , Toward the morning - star . Losing her carol I stood pensively , As one that from a casement leans his head , When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly , And the old year is dead ...
... past afar , Thridding the sombre boskage of the wood , Toward the morning - star . Losing her carol I stood pensively , As one that from a casement leans his head , When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly , And the old year is dead ...
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... past years , In yearnings that can never be exprest By signs or groans or tears ; Because all words , tho ' cull'd with choicest art , Failing to give the bitter of the sweet , Wither beneath the palate , and the heart Faints , faded by ...
... past years , In yearnings that can never be exprest By signs or groans or tears ; Because all words , tho ' cull'd with choicest art , Failing to give the bitter of the sweet , Wither beneath the palate , and the heart Faints , faded by ...
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... past away . And say to Robin a kind word , and tell him not to fret ; There's many a worthier than I , would make him happy yet . If I had lived - I cannot tell — I might have been his wife ; But all these things have ceased to be ...
... past away . And say to Robin a kind word , and tell him not to fret ; There's many a worthier than I , would make him happy yet . If I had lived - I cannot tell — I might have been his wife ; But all these things have ceased to be ...
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... past to this ward where the younger children are laid : Here is the cot of our orphan , our darling , our meek little maid ; Empty you see just now ! We have lost her who loved her so much- Patient of pain tho ' as quick as a sensitive ...
... past to this ward where the younger children are laid : Here is the cot of our orphan , our darling , our meek little maid ; Empty you see just now ! We have lost her who loved her so much- Patient of pain tho ' as quick as a sensitive ...
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ALFRED AINGER Arthur Hallam beat beneath blood blow breast breath Camelot dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth Edition evermore eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fall Fcap fire flower FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glory golden hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven honour Isle kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land Lariano light lips little birdie live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Lucknow Lyrical MATTHEW ARNOLD Maud mind moon morn mother mysen never night o'er pain Poems proputty Queen R. W. CHURCH rest Ring Rizpah roll'd rose round sail'd Sally seem'd shadow shame shine silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit star summer sweet tears thee theer thine things thou thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weänt weary weep wild wind yonder
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157 psl. - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
227 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 go.
145 psl. - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
103 psl. - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
103 psl. - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
207 psl. - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
150 psl. - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me : - The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
230 psl. - The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid, the night is still; A single church below the hill Is pealing, folded in the mist. A single peal of bells below, That wakens at this hour of rest A single murmur in the breast, That these are not the bells I know. Like strangers...
158 psl. - In love, if love be love, if love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. ' " It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.