The Vision of Justice, and Other PoemsWard, 1879 - 117 páginas |
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... thine arm is strong , It does not pay to keep my felons long ; ' So , thro ' her well - known parsimonious care , Scant punishment for one the two * now share . Oh , had they liv'd a hundred years ago , The Tolbooth would have seen a ...
... thine arm is strong , It does not pay to keep my felons long ; ' So , thro ' her well - known parsimonious care , Scant punishment for one the two * now share . Oh , had they liv'd a hundred years ago , The Tolbooth would have seen a ...
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... , The rainbow's hues of promise shine , E'en so may Hope , in rainbow form , Shed comfort on that heart of thine . Mary Queen of Scots ' Farewell to France . I. ( 15 ) ELEGIAC STANZAS MARY STUART'S FAREWELL THE MARTYR KING PAGE.
... , The rainbow's hues of promise shine , E'en so may Hope , in rainbow form , Shed comfort on that heart of thine . Mary Queen of Scots ' Farewell to France . I. ( 15 ) ELEGIAC STANZAS MARY STUART'S FAREWELL THE MARTYR KING PAGE.
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... thine , that was bright to its close . II . Yes , bright to its close , when upon thee dear eyes With sorrow bedimmed were in tenderness cast , And which gazed as we gaze at an arc of the skies , When in coloured gradations ' tis ...
... thine , that was bright to its close . II . Yes , bright to its close , when upon thee dear eyes With sorrow bedimmed were in tenderness cast , And which gazed as we gaze at an arc of the skies , When in coloured gradations ' tis ...
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... thine from the beauties around , Tho ' thou wert with the keenest of suff'rings assailed , From thy cheery young lips broke no murmuring sound . VI . Endowed with the finest of gifts from above , What mightst thou have wrought in the ...
... thine from the beauties around , Tho ' thou wert with the keenest of suff'rings assailed , From thy cheery young lips broke no murmuring sound . VI . Endowed with the finest of gifts from above , What mightst thou have wrought in the ...
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... thine ; I dare not ope those gates of light . II . Sleep on ; sleep on ; the wind may kiss Thy marble 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 ...
... thine ; I dare not ope those gates of light . II . Sleep on ; sleep on ; the wind may kiss Thy marble 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 ...
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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.