The Vision of Justice, and Other PoemsWard, 1879 - 117 páginas |
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... brow was set , And more than one all - pitying eye was wet ; On one white face was strained the gaze of all , One voice august broke silence in that hall ; That pale cheek grew e'en paler as it heard The sentence knelled forth slowly ...
... brow was set , And more than one all - pitying eye was wet ; On one white face was strained the gaze of all , One voice august broke silence in that hall ; That pale cheek grew e'en paler as it heard The sentence knelled forth slowly ...
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... brow Entwined the orange blossom wreath , Thy widow's sable tokens now Betray thee as the bride of Death . III . All mirage - like the future rose , Elysian to thy hopeful eyes ; But now , too soon , bereavement shows What desert waste ...
... brow Entwined the orange blossom wreath , Thy widow's sable tokens now Betray thee as the bride of Death . III . All mirage - like the future rose , Elysian to thy hopeful eyes ; But now , too soon , bereavement shows What desert waste ...
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Hyde Parker. The Martyr King . THE tragedy is over , From Charles's princely brow The regal diadem is snatched , And England's kingless now . II . Along the silent roadway , With tend'rest loving care , Their murdered master's headless ...
Hyde Parker. The Martyr King . THE tragedy is over , From Charles's princely brow The regal diadem is snatched , And England's kingless now . II . Along the silent roadway , With tend'rest loving care , Their murdered master's headless ...
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... at the first sight Affection still fondly forbade us to weep , But a change o'er thy face told the Soul's blessed flight , And thy cold marble brow marked eternity's sleep . V. Tho ' the all - seeing God for a ( 21 )
... at the first sight Affection still fondly forbade us to weep , But a change o'er thy face told the Soul's blessed flight , And thy cold marble brow marked eternity's sleep . V. Tho ' the all - seeing God for a ( 21 )
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... brow , thy sunny hair ; And jealous I must view his bliss , His stolen joys I may not share . III . Sleep on ; sleep on ; the laughing brook May lull to sleep thy drowsy ear , And silent I must stand and look , No accents from my lips ...
... brow , thy sunny hair ; And jealous I must view his bliss , His stolen joys I may not share . III . Sleep on ; sleep on ; the laughing brook May lull to sleep thy drowsy ear , And silent I must stand and look , No accents from my lips ...
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awful BEETON'S Bendemeer beneath bloom bower breast breathed bright brow calm charms Coloured Plates COOKERY countenance divine dance dark dear death Devonian dream e'en e'er Emma ev'ry eyes faded fair fame fear flowers GARDENING gaze gently Gerusalemme Liberata gleam glorious glow Goddess grace grief hear Heaven hope hour HYDE PARKER IDEM LATINE REDDITUM isle joys Justice King Kiss of Death Knave of Hearts light limaces Lurley Mabel maid Malaprop manicas mermaids merry mocking moonstone mortal mournful Moxon's ne'er neath nigh night o'er oaken once Perchance Poets pride quadrille Queen of Scots rest Rio verde rose Sartore seemed shine shone shore sigh sight silent sing sleep smile song sparkling spirit stanza strange stream strive sweet tears thee thine thou hast thought thro tomb Town Rat Twas Undine vanished voice wave ween Where'er wild wing words
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Página 86 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 96 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Página 86 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Página 90 - If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father.
Página 86 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER?
Página 88 - A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while, And murmuring then subsides to rest. Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, Rises on Time's eventful sea ; And, having swell'da moment there, Thus melts into eternity ! AN INVITATION TO SUPPER TO MRS.