The Home Affections Pourtrayed by the PoetsCharles Mackay G. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 391 pages |
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... spirit of Romance and Poetry , both of which combine to invest it with every charm of Fancy and Imagination ; and either in its joys or its sorrows , its hopes or its fears , its struggles or its triumphs , to exalt it as the one great ...
... spirit of Romance and Poetry , both of which combine to invest it with every charm of Fancy and Imagination ; and either in its joys or its sorrows , its hopes or its fears , its struggles or its triumphs , to exalt it as the one great ...
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... spirit . Cupid , Venus , and Hymen were as pertinaciously and un- warrantably introduced , as if Christian readers believed in these names , or could be moved in the most infinitesimal degree by them ; and the poetry of Love , or that ...
... spirit . Cupid , Venus , and Hymen were as pertinaciously and un- warrantably introduced , as if Christian readers believed in these names , or could be moved in the most infinitesimal degree by them ; and the poetry of Love , or that ...
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... spirit and with one object , -the exaltation of the Domestic Affections , not alone in the one development which is the favourite theme of the romance - writer and the lyrist , but in all its mani- festations , both as a passion and as ...
... spirit and with one object , -the exaltation of the Domestic Affections , not alone in the one development which is the favourite theme of the romance - writer and the lyrist , but in all its mani- festations , both as a passion and as ...
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... OF THE WEDDING . GERALD MASSEY . J. PEABODY . NO JEWELLED BEAUTY 4-4 TO WILLIAM SWEET SPIRIT OF MY LOVE 126 OUR FIRST - BORN 225 ANNA H. PHILLIPS . WHEN I COME HOME 256 NINA TO RIENZI xii Page Page EDGAR ALLAN POE . ALFRED TENNYSON .
... OF THE WEDDING . GERALD MASSEY . J. PEABODY . NO JEWELLED BEAUTY 4-4 TO WILLIAM SWEET SPIRIT OF MY LOVE 126 OUR FIRST - BORN 225 ANNA H. PHILLIPS . WHEN I COME HOME 256 NINA TO RIENZI xii Page Page EDGAR ALLAN POE . ALFRED TENNYSON .
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... Spirit ! I've built a shrine ; and thou hast come , And on its altar closed - for ever closed thy plume ! George Croly . AN ANGEL IN THE HOUSE . How sweet it were , if without feeble fright , Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight ...
... Spirit ! I've built a shrine ; and thou hast come , And on its altar closed - for ever closed thy plume ! George Croly . AN ANGEL IN THE HOUSE . How sweet it were , if without feeble fright , Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight ...
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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.