PoemsJ. Penington, 1844 - 152 pages |
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... breath on dew - bespangled flower , There is no wind sighs on the sleepy wave , There is no sound hangs in the solemn air . All , all are silent , all are dreaming , all , Save yon eternal eyes , that now shine forth Winking the ...
... breath on dew - bespangled flower , There is no wind sighs on the sleepy wave , There is no sound hangs in the solemn air . All , all are silent , all are dreaming , all , Save yon eternal eyes , that now shine forth Winking the ...
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... breath ; As with cold hands , he scatters on her bier The faded glories of her autumn wreath . As fleetly as the summer's sunshine past , The winter's snow must melt ; and the young Spring , Strewing the earth with flowers , will come ...
... breath ; As with cold hands , he scatters on her bier The faded glories of her autumn wreath . As fleetly as the summer's sunshine past , The winter's snow must melt ; and the young Spring , Strewing the earth with flowers , will come ...
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... past , Vanished and fled for ever . Homeless and scattered , thy race is cast Like chaff in the breath of the sweeping blast , To rally or rise again , never ! A WISH . LET me not die for ever ! 3 * 29 LAMENT FOR ISRAEL. ...
... past , Vanished and fled for ever . Homeless and scattered , thy race is cast Like chaff in the breath of the sweeping blast , To rally or rise again , never ! A WISH . LET me not die for ever ! 3 * 29 LAMENT FOR ISRAEL. ...
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... breath Of early morn stirs the white hawthorn boughs , And fills the air with showers of snowy blossoms . Or lie at sunset ' mid the purple heather , Listening the silver music that rings out From the pale mountain bells , swayed by the ...
... breath Of early morn stirs the white hawthorn boughs , And fills the air with showers of snowy blossoms . Or lie at sunset ' mid the purple heather , Listening the silver music that rings out From the pale mountain bells , swayed by the ...
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... harp that has cheer'd the lone minstrel so well , That the soft breath of heaven , as it sighs o'er my pillow , From its strings , now forsaken , may sound one farewell . ΤΟ WHEN we first met , dark wintry skies were 42.
... harp that has cheer'd the lone minstrel so well , That the soft breath of heaven , as it sighs o'er my pillow , From its strings , now forsaken , may sound one farewell . ΤΟ WHEN we first met , dark wintry skies were 42.
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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 eyes faded fair farewell fatal Love fearful fled flowers fond fragrant gaze glory glow goblet's brim hand HARVARD COLLEGE hath hear thy heart heaven hope hours are past Italy life's light lips live lone look mighty wind mirth moon mossy mountain mourn ne'er neath never night nightshade o'er Oh let pale Perchance rest Rhine round rustling shade shadowy shining shore sighs sing skies sleep smiling soft solemn song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit spring sprite strain stream strife summer sunny sunshine sweep sweet tears thine thou art thoughts thro thy dreams thy voice thyme time's unto Venice wander warm waters waves weary weep WEST POINT wild wind wings wintry woods youth ΤΟ
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Page 136 - 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. I will this dreary blank of absence make A noble task-time; and will therein strive To follow excellence, and to o'ertake More good than I have won since yet I live.
Page 135 - 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 132 - 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 ; — God guard ye, and God guide ye on your way, Young pilgrim-warriors, who set forth to-day.
Page 150 - 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 135 - Oh, how, or by what means, may I contrive To bring the hour that brings thee back more near ? How may I teach my drooping hope to live Until that blessed time, and thou art here...
Page 74 - The livelong day dost chant that wondrous strain, Making wan Dian stoop her silver brows Out of the clouds to hear thee ? Who shall say, Thou lone one ! that thy melody is gay, Let him come listen now to that one note That thou art pouring o'er and o'er again Through the sweet echoes of thy mellow throat, With such a sobbing sound of deep, deep pain. I prithee cease thy song ! for from my heart Thou hast made memory's bitter waters start, WRITTEN AFTER LEAVING WEST POINT.
Page 135 - 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 Thro' these long hours, nor call their minutes pains.
Page 111 - FAITH 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. Oh, in this mocking world, too fast The doubting fiend o'ertakes our youth; Better be cheated to the last Than lose the blessed hope of truth.
Page 75 - Lady, whom my beloved loves so well : When on his clasping arm thy head reclineth, When on thy lips his ardent kisses dwell, And the bright flood of burning light, that shineth In his dark eyes, is poured into thine ; When thou shalt lie enfolded to his heart, In all the trusting helplessness of love ; If in such joy sorrow can find a part, Oh, give one sigh unto a doom like mine ! Which I would have thee pity, but not prove. One cold, calm, careless, wintry look, that fell Haply by chance on me,...
Page 152 - ART 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.