The Vision of Justice, and Other PoemsWard, 1879 - 117 páginas |
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... . itful spark from out the dark ; ring rays would fall , long the wall ; a pictured past at chamber vast , and noble maid , firelight played . eir ghostly dance , ystic trance ; B - CONTENTS . THE VISION OF JUSTICE THE KISS OF.
... . itful spark from out the dark ; ring rays would fall , long the wall ; a pictured past at chamber vast , and noble maid , firelight played . eir ghostly dance , ystic trance ; B - CONTENTS . THE VISION OF JUSTICE THE KISS OF.
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... wall ; O'er the grim splendour of a pictured past That hung around me in that chamber vast , O'er many a gartered earl and noble maid , The demon shadows of the firelight played . While thus I gazed upon their ghostly dance , On mind ...
... wall ; O'er the grim splendour of a pictured past That hung around me in that chamber vast , O'er many a gartered earl and noble maid , The demon shadows of the firelight played . While thus I gazed upon their ghostly dance , On mind ...
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... the warrior - monarch falls , While floats the victor's standard o'er his walls ; The Ashantee as stern a lesson learnt , When to the ground he saw Coomassie burnt ; How , in my cause , six hundred heroes fell The Vision of Justice . 5.
... the warrior - monarch falls , While floats the victor's standard o'er his walls ; The Ashantee as stern a lesson learnt , When to the ground he saw Coomassie burnt ; How , in my cause , six hundred heroes fell The Vision of Justice . 5.
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... wall , And by their splendid courage saved Natal , My cause abroad ' tis fruitless to maintain , If I enjoy at home a fettered reign ; What rival power has trespassed on my realm- From out these hands has dared to seize the helm ? Law ...
... wall , And by their splendid courage saved Natal , My cause abroad ' tis fruitless to maintain , If I enjoy at home a fettered reign ; What rival power has trespassed on my realm- From out these hands has dared to seize the helm ? Law ...
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... walls two ghastly forms of death , A surging mob of yelling fiends beneath . Deep buried in the gulf of endless shame , For ever damned lies loathsome Potter's name , Who kept the Sabbath strictly sans reproche ; But on the Monday ...
... walls two ghastly forms of death , A surging mob of yelling fiends beneath . Deep buried in the gulf of endless shame , For ever damned lies loathsome Potter's name , Who kept the Sabbath strictly sans reproche ; But on the Monday ...
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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.