Essays and poems, selected from the literary remains of F. HindeG. G. Walmsley, 1864 - 124 oldal |
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8. oldal
... hair , ” - shall form one half of our human nature , so long will poetry form one of the real powers of this world . It cheers in the garish sunbeam at noonday , as well as " in the dead unhappy night , and when the rain is on the roof ...
... hair , ” - shall form one half of our human nature , so long will poetry form one of the real powers of this world . It cheers in the garish sunbeam at noonday , as well as " in the dead unhappy night , and when the rain is on the roof ...
59. oldal
... hair auburn ; he wore it divided down the centre , and it fell in rich masses on each side his face ; his mouth was full , and less intellectual than his other features . His countenance lives in my mind as one of singular beauty and ...
... hair auburn ; he wore it divided down the centre , and it fell in rich masses on each side his face ; his mouth was full , and less intellectual than his other features . His countenance lives in my mind as one of singular beauty and ...
66. oldal
... It is well and excellently told . " And as she spake , into her face there came Light , as reflected from a silver flame : Her long black hair swell'd ampler , in display Full golden ; in her eyes a brighter day Dawn'd 66 Life and Works of.
... It is well and excellently told . " And as she spake , into her face there came Light , as reflected from a silver flame : Her long black hair swell'd ampler , in display Full golden ; in her eyes a brighter day Dawn'd 66 Life and Works of.
69. oldal
... hair'd Saturn , quiet as a stone , Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud . No stir of air was there , Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the ...
... hair'd Saturn , quiet as a stone , Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud . No stir of air was there , Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the ...
73. oldal
... hair with a golden comb , And all around each eye's sepulchral cell Pointed each fringed lash ; the smeared loam With tears , as chilly as a dripping well , She drench'd away : and still she comb'd and kept Sighing all day — and still ...
... hair with a golden comb , And all around each eye's sepulchral cell Pointed each fringed lash ; the smeared loam With tears , as chilly as a dripping well , She drench'd away : and still she comb'd and kept Sighing all day — and still ...
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3. oldal - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
35. oldal - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
4. oldal - And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
36. oldal - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care. And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
77. oldal - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
29. oldal - Oh, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, Oh, how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
59. oldal - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
74. oldal - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
18. oldal - She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.
3. oldal - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky...