Nell, the kitchen angel, and other poemsThomas & Edmunds, 1885 - 65 oldal |
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ABERGAVENNY angel angel faces awhile beam beautiful bosom breast bright brow Centurion clasp dark dead death dost thou doth dream e'er evermore evil eyes face fair fancy farewell fear float flowers flung gaze glow grief hand hear heart heart throbbed heaving hushed ibi cor knew land life's light lighthouse Lilac Bow lingering lisping live LLANTHONY Longtown love so vast loved nest lover lyre midnight mourn never night o'er ocean once pain passed passion pine PLYMOUTH HOE prayer pretty maids pride rapture round SEVERN'S BANKS shining shone shore sigh sing skiff sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sting Storioni Stornello strife sweet tears thee thine Thou art thou didst Thou hast thought tomb tremble trouble trouble and strife twas Ubi thesaurus unto verse violin voice wander WARLEIGH watch waves weep wept wild words wound youth
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31. oldal - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears , Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died.
7. oldal - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
36. oldal - Sound, colour — in whatever checks that Storm Which with the shattered present chokes the past; And in that best philosophy, whose taste Makes this cold common hell, our life, a doom As glorious as a fiery martyrdom; Her spirit was the harmony of truth.
18. oldal - Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! Away! we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
10. oldal - Beautiful bird, thou voyagest to thine home, Where thy sweet mate will twine her downy neck With thine, and welcome thy return with eyes Bright in the lustre of their own fond joy.
49. oldal - To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty space from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusky death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow, — a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more ! It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
10. oldal - He paused, a wide and melancholy waste Of putrid marshes. A strong impulse urged His steps to the sea-shore. A swan was there, Beside a sluggish stream among the reeds. It rose as he approached, and with strong wings Scaling the upward sky, bent its bright course High over the immeasurable main.
10. oldal - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This, all this, was in the olden Time long ago]; And every gentle air that dallied In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
30. oldal - I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
23. oldal - With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee— by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now : But 'tis done — all words are idle — Words from me are vainer still ; But the thoughts we cannot bridle Force their way without the will. Fare thee well ! thus disunited, Torn from every nearer tie,...