The Vision of Justice, and Other PoemsWard, 1879 - 117 páginas |
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... sight away . I oped my eyes , and it was glorious day . The sun was glancing on the oaken floor , The realistic dream of night was o'er . May , 1879 . The Kiss of Death . Suggested by Lord Beaconsfield's pathetic 12 The Vision of Justice .
... sight away . I oped my eyes , and it was glorious day . The sun was glancing on the oaken floor , The realistic dream of night was o'er . May , 1879 . The Kiss of Death . Suggested by Lord Beaconsfield's pathetic 12 The Vision of Justice .
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... sight , " Twas but a boon of pain . III . Her couch lay on the deck , Dewed by her lustrous eyes with glistening tears , For to her breast that faint receding speck Recalled most cherished years . IV . Years when the days had wings ...
... sight , " Twas but a boon of pain . III . Her couch lay on the deck , Dewed by her lustrous eyes with glistening tears , For to her breast that faint receding speck Recalled most cherished years . IV . Years when the days had wings ...
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... seemedst that 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 )
... seemedst that 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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... sight , The insect's case with his compared ; Tho ' six times vanquished in the fight , Why should the future be despaired ? IX . With hope inspired , once more the chief Rushed with new ardour to the fray ; And Saxon widows mourned in ...
... sight , The insect's case with his compared ; Tho ' six times vanquished in the fight , Why should the future be despaired ? IX . With hope inspired , once more the chief Rushed with new ardour to the fray ; And Saxon widows mourned in ...
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... sight May scarce restrain the secret tear . II . So smiles that mask the sorrowing heart Are but as sunbeams o'er the wave , Where , tho ' their beaming glances dart , They shine upon the sailor's grave . Hope . I. HOW gloomy would the ...
... sight May scarce restrain the secret tear . II . So smiles that mask the sorrowing heart Are but as sunbeams o'er the wave , Where , tho ' their beaming glances dart , They shine upon the sailor's grave . Hope . I. HOW gloomy would the ...
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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.