The Vision of Justice, and Other PoemsWard, 1879 - 117 páginas |
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... grace . Where were her classic symbols ? In one hand She grasped the remnant of her shivered brand ; Green with disuse , corroded by the shower , Her broken scales betrayed her shattered power ; These hung suspended to her zone - girt ...
... grace . Where were her classic symbols ? In one hand She grasped the remnant of her shivered brand ; Green with disuse , corroded by the shower , Her broken scales betrayed her shattered power ; These hung suspended to her zone - girt ...
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... grace . III . Of Spanish maids ' wild waving hair , Dark as the raven's glossy wing , Streaming like storm - clouds on the air , Let lovers fond impassioned sing . IV . I love the silken locks that flow In streams of gold or auburn hue ...
... grace . III . Of Spanish maids ' wild waving hair , Dark as the raven's glossy wing , Streaming like storm - clouds on the air , Let lovers fond impassioned sing . IV . I love the silken locks that flow In streams of gold or auburn hue ...
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... grace , Those lineaments o'er which the storm Of years and trouble wrought no trace . III . That airy spirit Time ne'er marred , Like to the last a diamond stone , For all within was firm and hard , While all without so brightly shone ...
... grace , Those lineaments o'er which the storm Of years and trouble wrought no trace . III . That airy spirit Time ne'er marred , Like to the last a diamond stone , For all within was firm and hard , While all without so brightly shone ...
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... grace their manly forms unite . Beauteous the maidens with that deep - hued cheek And glorious eye that kindling souls bespeak ; Oft would the chief as even - tide drew nigh Gaze at the village with a pensive eye , Oft at the thought ...
... grace their manly forms unite . Beauteous the maidens with that deep - hued cheek And glorious eye that kindling souls bespeak ; Oft would the chief as even - tide drew nigh Gaze at the village with a pensive eye , Oft at the thought ...
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... . HE hand of him here torpid lies THE That drew the essential form of grace , Here closed in death th ' attentive eyes , That saw the manners in the face . JOHNSON . ( IDEM LATINE REDDITUM . ) QUUM petis aligera metam ( 94 )
... . HE hand of him here torpid lies THE That drew the essential form of grace , Here closed in death th ' attentive eyes , That saw the manners in the face . JOHNSON . ( IDEM LATINE REDDITUM . ) QUUM petis aligera metam ( 94 )
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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 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.