The British poets of the nineteenth century, including the select works of Crabbe ... and others. Being a suppl. vol. to The poetical works of Byron, Scott and MooreH. I. Broenner, 1828 - 788 pages |
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... rill , The morning - breeze had urged the quick'ning mill ; Assembled rooks had wing'd their sea - ward flight , By the same passage to return at night , While proudly o'er them hung the steady kite , Then turned him back , and left the ...
... rill , The morning - breeze had urged the quick'ning mill ; Assembled rooks had wing'd their sea - ward flight , By the same passage to return at night , While proudly o'er them hung the steady kite , Then turned him back , and left the ...
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... rill Upon its gravelly bed below ; There violets on the borders blow , And insects their soft light display , Till , as the morning - sunbeams glow , The cold phosphoric fires decay . That is the grave to Lucy shown , The soil a pure ...
... rill Upon its gravelly bed below ; There violets on the borders blow , And insects their soft light display , Till , as the morning - sunbeams glow , The cold phosphoric fires decay . That is the grave to Lucy shown , The soil a pure ...
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... rill , By its wild voice to dim seclusion led , The shepherds linger on their way , And unto God in silence pray , To bless her hoary head . In churchyard on the Sabbath - day They all make room for her , even they Whose tears are ...
... rill , By its wild voice to dim seclusion led , The shepherds linger on their way , And unto God in silence pray , To bless her hoary head . In churchyard on the Sabbath - day They all make room for her , even they Whose tears are ...
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... rill ; A place where all things mournful meet , And yet the sweetest of the sweet , The stillest of the still ! Now all beneath the turf are laid On which they sat , and sang , and prayed . Above that consecrated tree Ascends the ...
... rill ; A place where all things mournful meet , And yet the sweetest of the sweet , The stillest of the still ! Now all beneath the turf are laid On which they sat , and sang , and prayed . Above that consecrated tree Ascends the ...
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... rill , Where stands the peasant's ivied nest , And the huge mill - wheel is at rest . From out the honeysuckle's bloom I peeped into that laughing room , Then , like a hail - drop , on the pane Pattering , I stilled the din again ...
... rill , Where stands the peasant's ivied nest , And the huge mill - wheel is at rest . From out the honeysuckle's bloom I peeped into that laughing room , Then , like a hail - drop , on the pane Pattering , I stilled the din again ...
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Page 259 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 261 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 336 - Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Page 354 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 299 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 353 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 341 - My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Page 258 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Page 336 - More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands : A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Page 352 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a Starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.