The Home Affections Pourtrayed by the PoetsCharles Mackay G. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 391 pages |
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... DREAM - LOVE 166 JOHN BOWRING . SHELDON CHADWICK . THE JOYS OF HOME 261 THE LITTLE WINTER GRAVE AN EPISODE FROM LIFE 254 331 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . A DEAD ROSE 116 S. J. CLARKE [ GRACE GREENWOOD ] . LOVED ONCE . 145 CANST THOU ...
... DREAM - LOVE 166 JOHN BOWRING . SHELDON CHADWICK . THE JOYS OF HOME 261 THE LITTLE WINTER GRAVE AN EPISODE FROM LIFE 254 331 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . A DEAD ROSE 116 S. J. CLARKE [ GRACE GREENWOOD ] . LOVED ONCE . 145 CANST THOU ...
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... DREAM OF HARVEST 353 THE IRISH EMIGRANT . 52 THOMAS HOOD . EBENEZER ELLIOTT . RUTH 62 THE HAPPY LOT . 19 I LOVE THEE ! I LOVE THEE ! 69 LOVE STRONG IN DEATH . 360 FAIR INES . 135 LINES ON SEEING MY WIFE AND TWO RALPH WALDO EMERSON ...
... DREAM OF HARVEST 353 THE IRISH EMIGRANT . 52 THOMAS HOOD . EBENEZER ELLIOTT . RUTH 62 THE HAPPY LOT . 19 I LOVE THEE ! I LOVE THEE ! 69 LOVE STRONG IN DEATH . 360 FAIR INES . 135 LINES ON SEEING MY WIFE AND TWO RALPH WALDO EMERSON ...
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... DREAM OF LOVE . 169 THOMAS WESTWOOD . THE PROUDEST LADY .. 133 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . LOVE GREW IN THOSE CALM SHADOWS 325 CYTINA 56 DO YOU REMEMBER ? . 326 I ARISE FROM DREAMS OF THEE 154 J. G. WHITTIER . MRS . L. H. SIGOURNEY . THE ...
... DREAM OF LOVE . 169 THOMAS WESTWOOD . THE PROUDEST LADY .. 133 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . LOVE GREW IN THOSE CALM SHADOWS 325 CYTINA 56 DO YOU REMEMBER ? . 326 I ARISE FROM DREAMS OF THEE 154 J. G. WHITTIER . MRS . L. H. SIGOURNEY . THE ...
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... DREAM - LOVE . A DREAM OF LOVE EDWARD GRAY . LONG TIME AGO Birket Foster . William Harrey THE SAILOR'S JOURNAL . George Thomas J. Allon Pasquier Birket Foster . BONNIE LADY ANN SONG Thomas B. Dalziel . Birket Foster . MARY . A. Madot TO ...
... DREAM - LOVE . A DREAM OF LOVE EDWARD GRAY . LONG TIME AGO Birket Foster . William Harrey THE SAILOR'S JOURNAL . George Thomas J. Allon Pasquier Birket Foster . BONNIE LADY ANN SONG Thomas B. Dalziel . Birket Foster . MARY . A. Madot TO ...
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... DREAM OF HARVEST . THE BORDER WIDOW ANGEL VISITS THE LAND O ' THE LEAL JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO . THRENODY THE MOTHER'S LAMENT . How's MY Bor THE POET'S HOPES DRAWN PY PAGF John Absolon . 239 S. Read 241 J. Everett Millais , A.R.A .. 245 ...
... DREAM OF HARVEST . THE BORDER WIDOW ANGEL VISITS THE LAND O ' THE LEAL JOHN ANDERSON , MY JO . THRENODY THE MOTHER'S LAMENT . How's MY Bor THE POET'S HOPES DRAWN PY PAGF John Absolon . 239 S. Read 241 J. Everett Millais , A.R.A .. 245 ...
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Alfred Tennyson Allan Cunningham angels beauty beneath bird Birket Foster bless bonnie bosom Braes of Yarrow breast breath bride bright brow busk Canst thou forget Charles Mackay cheek child dark DAVID BOOTH dead dear death doth dream DUNMOW earth EGERIA eyes face fair farewell flowers fond frae gentle Gerald Massey grave hand happy Harrison Weir hast hath heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER hope hour James Godwin John Gilbert kiss lassie light lips lonely look love thee Love's maid Maire bhan Mary maun morning mother ne'er never night o'er Oriana rose round seem'd shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears There's thine Thomas Hood thou art thou wert thought tree Twas VIRGINIA DARE voice waves weary weep wild winds wings yon lane glen youth
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Page 320 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair, Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 280 - She shall be sportive as the fawn That, wild with glee, across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute, insensate things. " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend : Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 50 - Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine — A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast!
Page 201 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Page 199 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Page 252 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid, — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue, lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, — He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Page 198 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Page 199 - 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.
Page 375 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 160 - Avaunt ! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise, " But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days ! " Let no bell toll ! — lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth, " Should catch the note, as it doth float — up from the damned Earth. " To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven — " From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven — " From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven.