The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest PoemsMilner and Sowerby, 1866 - 480 páginas |
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... lip at the parting breath , And the beauty in that lovely face Was fixed with the seal of death ! LOVE . LOVE - it is the the gift of heaven ; Like the rose , how sweet its bloom ; And where'er is felt its presence , There it dissipates ...
... lip at the parting breath , And the beauty in that lovely face Was fixed with the seal of death ! LOVE . LOVE - it is the the gift of heaven ; Like the rose , how sweet its bloom ; And where'er is felt its presence , There it dissipates ...
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... lip With grateful cordial flows , While the watching eye and warning hand Preserve the snatched repose . • Yes , even with these appliances , From wealth's unmeasured store , ' Tis fearful to watch the spirit's flight To its dim and ...
... lip With grateful cordial flows , While the watching eye and warning hand Preserve the snatched repose . • Yes , even with these appliances , From wealth's unmeasured store , ' Tis fearful to watch the spirit's flight To its dim and ...
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... That pale , dead mother lay ! A smile her lip was wreathing , A smile of hope and love , As though she still was breathing- " There's light for us above ! " LEONORE . " TIs the lovely hour of twilight , 26 LOVE POEMS .
... That pale , dead mother lay ! A smile her lip was wreathing , A smile of hope and love , As though she still was breathing- " There's light for us above ! " LEONORE . " TIs the lovely hour of twilight , 26 LOVE POEMS .
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... lip yet wore the vow ; The orange blossom had not left Its dear home on her brow . Her life and bloom had not departed , She still was wondrous fair ; O , there was one still happy - heartel , And one that must despair ! We met as ...
... lip yet wore the vow ; The orange blossom had not left Its dear home on her brow . Her life and bloom had not departed , She still was wondrous fair ; O , there was one still happy - heartel , And one that must despair ! We met as ...
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... lips Was like the burnished gold that tips The mountain's brow at morn - and when Some gentler word I chanced to speak , Which waked that heavenly smile again , A glow of love suffused her cheek , Soft as the crimson tints that dye The ...
... lips Was like the burnished gold that tips The mountain's brow at morn - and when Some gentler word I chanced to speak , Which waked that heavenly smile again , A glow of love suffused her cheek , Soft as the crimson tints that dye The ...
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The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest Poems - Primary Source Edition Anonymous,BiblioBazaar Sin vista previa disponible - 2013 |
Términos y frases comunes
angel beam beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow burning canst charms cheek cold dark dear deep dream E'en e'er earth eyes fade fair faithless fancy farewell feel flowers flowing tears fond fondly forget gaze gentle glance gleam glow grief hath hear heaven hope hour IANTHE kiss lady life's light lingering lips lonely look lov'd love thee Love's lover lute lyre maid maiden memory morning murmuring nature's best ne'er neath never Nevermore night nymph o'er pain pale passion pure Quoth the Raven rapture rill rose shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star strain sweet tears tell tender thine think of thee thou art thou hast thought thrilling tone Twas Twill voice vows wake wander weary weep whispers wild wilt wind words young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 166 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Página 167 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Página 362 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 165 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Página 165 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Página 146 - Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Página 166 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Página 439 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 167 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Página 148 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...