PoemsJ. Penington, 1844 - 152 pages |
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art thou beauty behold beneath bitter blessed breath breeze bright bright eyes brow burthen clasp clouds dark dear deep dost dreams dwell earth elves eternal eternal eyes eyes faded faded thing fair farewell fatal Love fearful fled flowers fond fragrant FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE gaze glory goblet's brim hand hath hear thy heart heaven hope hours are past life's light lips live lone look mighty wind mirth moon mossy mourn ne'er neath never night nightshade o'er Oh let pale Perchance rest RHINE round rustling shade shadowy shine shore sighs silver haze sing skies sleep slumber smiling soft solemn song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit spring sprite strain stream summer sunny sunshine sweep sweet tears thine thou art thoughts thro thy dreams thy voice time's tread unto wander warm waters wave weary weep WEST POINT wild wind wings youth
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Page 128 - I'll tell thee; for thy sake I will lay hold Of all good aims, and consecrate to thee, In worthy deeds, each moment that is told While thou, beloved one! art far from me. For thee I will arouse my thoughts to try All heavenward flights, all high and holy strains; For thy dear sake I will walk patiently Through these long hours, nor call their minutes pains.
Page 127 - WHAT shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face ? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that sweet time of grace ? Shall I in slumber steep each weary sense, — Weary with longing ? Shall I flee away Into past days, and with some fond pretence Cheat myself to forget the present day ? Shall love for thee lay on my soul the sin Of casting...
Page 103 - Better trust all, and be deceived, And weep that trust, and that deceiving ; Than doubt one heart, that if believed, Had blessed one's life with true believing.
Page 124 - A sacred burden is this life ye bear ; Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly ; Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin, •But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.
Page 142 - O'er joys that God hath for a season lent Perchance to try thy spirit, and its bent, Effeminate soul and base — weakly to mourn,, There lies no desert in the land of life, For e'en that tract that barrenest doth seem, Laboured of thee in faith and hope, shall teem With heavenly harvests and rich gatherings, rife...
Page 123 - What though the brightness dim, the pleasure fade, The glory wane—oh, not of these is made The awful life that to your trust is given, Children of God ! inheritors of heaven ! Mourn not the perishing of each fair toy; Ye were ordain'd to do, not to enjoy— To suffer, which is nobler than to dare; A sacred burden is this life ye bear...
Page 125 - None that be kindred, none companion to me, And the vast love, and harmony, and brotherhood, Of the dumb creatures thou hast made below me, Vexes my soul with its own bitter lot. Around me grow the trees, each by the other; Innumerable leaves, each like the other, Whisper and breathe, and live and move together; Around me spring the flowers — each rosy cup Hath sisters leaning their fair cheeks against it; The birds fly all above me — not alone, But coupled in free fellowship, or mustering A...
Page 85 - Where gush the living springs of poesy. There speak the voices that I love to hear, There smile the glances that I love to see; There live the forms of those my soul holds dear, For ever in that secret world with me. They who have walk'd with me along life's way, And sever'd been by Fortune's adverse tide ; Who ne'er again, thro...
Page 143 - But to be still ! oh, but to cease awhile The panting breath and hurrying steps of life, The sights, the sounds, the struggle, and the strife Of hourly being ; the sharp biting file Of action fretting on the tightened chain Of rough existence; all that is not pain, But utter weariness ; oh ! to be free But for a while from conscious entity ! To shut the banging doors and windows wide, Of restless sense, and let the soul abide Darkly and stilly, for a little space, Gathering its strength up to pursue...
Page 144 - RT thou already weary of the way ? Thou who hast yet but half the way gone o'er; Get up, and lift thy burthen: lo, before Thy feet the road goes stretching far away. If thou already faint, who hast but come Through half thy pilgrimage, with fellows gay, Love, youth, and hope, under the rosy bloom And temperate airs of early breaking day; Look yonder, how the heavens stoop and gloom, There cease the trees to shade, the flowers to spring, And th...