Poetical Works: From 1826 to 1844J.R. Osgood, 1872 - 533 páginas |
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... Bird The Mourning Mother Calls on the Heart Human Life's Misery The Little Friend Inclusions Insufficiency A Dead Rose 165 166 167 201 206 211 219 232 233 236 238 228 239 240 241 242 245 254 255 256 256 258 259 260 257 262 261 261 A ...
... Bird The Mourning Mother Calls on the Heart Human Life's Misery The Little Friend Inclusions Insufficiency A Dead Rose 165 166 167 201 206 211 219 232 233 236 238 228 239 240 241 242 245 254 255 256 256 258 259 260 257 262 261 261 A ...
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... bird - none knoweth how- To cheer her as she lay . II . The old nurse started when she saw Her sudden look of woe ! But the quick wan tremblings round her mouth In a meek smile did go ; And calm she said , ' When I am dead , Dear nurse ...
... bird - none knoweth how- To cheer her as she lay . II . The old nurse started when she saw Her sudden look of woe ! But the quick wan tremblings round her mouth In a meek smile did go ; And calm she said , ' When I am dead , Dear nurse ...
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... bird Upon the casement's woodbine swing- ing , Broke out into a loud sweet singing 66 For joy o ' the summer sun . Alack ! alack ! " she watched no more- With head on knee she wailed sore ; And the little bird sang o'er and o'er For joy ...
... bird Upon the casement's woodbine swing- ing , Broke out into a loud sweet singing 66 For joy o ' the summer sun . Alack ! alack ! " she watched no more- With head on knee she wailed sore ; And the little bird sang o'er and o'er For joy ...
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... birds do sit Margret , Margret . With heads beneath their wings : Nature doth seem in a mystic dream , Absorbed from her living things . That dream by that ladye Is certes unpartook , For she looketh to the high cold stars With a tender ...
... birds do sit Margret , Margret . With heads beneath their wings : Nature doth seem in a mystic dream , Absorbed from her living things . That dream by that ladye Is certes unpartook , For she looketh to the high cold stars With a tender ...
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... mother wore : I smooth her locks with a golden comb- I bless her evermore . ' XVI . Margret , Margret . ' I gave her my first bird , When first my voice it knew ; I made her share my posies rare , And told THE ROMAUNT OF MARGRET . 37.
... mother wore : I smooth her locks with a golden comb- I bless her evermore . ' XVI . Margret , Margret . ' I gave her my first bird , When first my voice it knew ; I made her share my posies rare , And told THE ROMAUNT OF MARGRET . 37.
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Página 151 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
Página 144 - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile- — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day " — For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep,...
Página 300 - we are weary, And we cannot run or leap ; If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall upon our faces, trying to go ; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring Through the coal-dark, underground ; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
Página 301 - They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see, For they 'mind you of their angels in high places, With eyes turned on Deity. "How long...
Página 146 - WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curved point, — what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented ? Think ! In mounting higher, The angels would press on us and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence.
Página 301 - And we think that, in some pause of angels' song, God may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather, And hold both within His right hand which is strong. 'Our Father!' If He heard us, He would surely (For they call Him good and mild) Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely, 'Come and rest with me, my child.
Página 68 - A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD. THEY say that God lives very high; But, if you look above the pines, You cannot see our God; and why ? And, if you dig down in the mines, You never see him in the gold ; Though from him all that's glory shines. God is so good he wears a fold Of heaven and earth across his face, Like secrets kept for love, untold. But still I feel that his embrace Slides down by thrills through all things made, — Through sight and sound of every place. As if my tender mother laid On my...
Página 147 - I LIVED with visions for my company, Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know A sweeter music than they played to me. But soon their trailing purple was not free Of this world's dust, — their lutes did silent grow, And I myself grew faint and blind below Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst come . . to be, Beloved, what they seemed. Their shining fronts, Their songs, their...
Página 142 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before. Without the sense of that which I forbore, . . Thy touch upon the palm.
Página 521 - This is the way," laughed the great god Pan (Laughed while he sat by the river), "The only way since gods began To make sweet music, they could succeed.