A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Volume 1Edmund Clarence Stedman Riverside Press, 1895 |
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... hope The fruit of love that grows for me but here . " He spake ; and pluck'd it from its pliant stem . " C Impatient Rhaicos ! Why thus intercept The answer I would give ? There is a bee Whom I have fed , a bee who knows my thoughts And ...
... hope The fruit of love that grows for me but here . " He spake ; and pluck'd it from its pliant stem . " C Impatient Rhaicos ! Why thus intercept The answer I would give ? There is a bee Whom I have fed , a bee who knows my thoughts And ...
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... Hope , One vile , the other vain ; One's scourge , the other's telescope , I shall not see again : Rather what lies before my feet My notice shall engage . He who hath brav'd Youth's dizzy heat Dreads not the frost of Age . ROSE AYLMER ...
... Hope , One vile , the other vain ; One's scourge , the other's telescope , I shall not see again : Rather what lies before my feet My notice shall engage . He who hath brav'd Youth's dizzy heat Dreads not the frost of Age . ROSE AYLMER ...
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... Hope ! Hope ! few ever cherish'd thee so little ; Few are the heads thou hast so rarely rais'd ; But thou didst promise this , and all was well . For we are fond of thinking where to lie When every pulse hath ceas'd , when the lone ...
... Hope ! Hope ! few ever cherish'd thee so little ; Few are the heads thou hast so rarely rais'd ; But thou didst promise this , and all was well . For we are fond of thinking where to lie When every pulse hath ceas'd , when the lone ...
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... hope no more ; Nor hope I what I hop'd before : But let not this last wish be vain ; Deceive , deceive me once again ! IANTHE'S TROUBLES YOUR pleasures spring like daisies in the grass , Cut down and up again as blithe as ever ; From ...
... hope no more ; Nor hope I what I hop'd before : But let not this last wish be vain ; Deceive , deceive me once again ! IANTHE'S TROUBLES YOUR pleasures spring like daisies in the grass , Cut down and up again as blithe as ever ; From ...
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... hope and happy skies Are thine for ever ! GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE SING , I pray , a little song , Mother dear ! Neither sad nor very long : It is for a little maid , Golden - tressed Adelaide ! Therefore let it suit a merry , merry ...
... hope and happy skies Are thine for ever ! GOLDEN - TRESSED ADELAIDE SING , I pray , a little song , Mother dear ! Neither sad nor very long : It is for a little maid , Golden - tressed Adelaide ! Therefore let it suit a merry , merry ...
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Page 224 - DOVER BEACH THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Page 195 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Page 120 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers. One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers. Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, — Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses. Where was her home ? Who was her father? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Page 194 - Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Page 224 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Page 340 - Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Page 193 - To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Page 197 - 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.
Page 57 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
Page 114 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.