Heroines of the PoetsD. Lothrop, 1886 - 182 oldal |
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19. oldal
... thoughts are fashioned like a bell To ring with once being touched , I drew a wreath Drenched , blinding me with dew , across my brow And fastening it behind so , . turning faced My public ! cousin Romney — with a mouth Twice graver ...
... thoughts are fashioned like a bell To ring with once being touched , I drew a wreath Drenched , blinding me with dew , across my brow And fastening it behind so , . turning faced My public ! cousin Romney — with a mouth Twice graver ...
21. oldal
... thought , must act perforce For my part I choose headaches , and to - day's My birthday . ' - ' Dear Aurora , choose instead To cure them . You have balsams . ' ' I perceive The headache is too noble for my sex . You think the heartache ...
... thought , must act perforce For my part I choose headaches , and to - day's My birthday . ' - ' Dear Aurora , choose instead To cure them . You have balsams . ' ' I perceive The headache is too noble for my sex . You think the heartache ...
22. oldal
... thought can never do the work of love ; But work for ends , I mean for uses : not For such sleek fringes ( do you call them ends ? Still less God's glory ) as we sew ourselves Upon the velvet of those baldaquins Held ' twixt us and the ...
... thought can never do the work of love ; But work for ends , I mean for uses : not For such sleek fringes ( do you call them ends ? Still less God's glory ) as we sew ourselves Upon the velvet of those baldaquins Held ' twixt us and the ...
27. oldal
... thoughts that shoot Beyond the vulgar white of personal aims . Accept my reverence . ' There he glowed on me With all his face and eyes . No other help ? Said he ' no more than so ? ' ' What help ? ' I asked , ' You'd scorn my help ...
... thoughts that shoot Beyond the vulgar white of personal aims . Accept my reverence . ' There he glowed on me With all his face and eyes . No other help ? Said he ' no more than so ? ' ' What help ? ' I asked , ' You'd scorn my help ...
28. oldal
... thought of you Which is most reverent , with another thought Found less so . If your sex is weak for art , ( And I who said so , did but honour you By using truth in courtship ) it is strong For life and duty . In mine , and let us ...
... thought of you Which is most reverent , with another thought Found less so . If your sex is weak for art , ( And I who said so , did but honour you By using truth in courtship ) it is strong For life and duty . In mine , and let us ...
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92. oldal - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
136. oldal - Tell me, my daughters (Since now we will divest us both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of state), Which of you shall we say doth love us most? That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge.
121. oldal - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
150. oldal - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.
84. oldal - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones ; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII And they are gone : ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm.
75. oldal - He had a fever late, and in the fit 'He cursed thee and thine, both house and land: 'Then there's that old Lord Maurice, not a whit 'More tame for his gray hairs — Alas me! flit! 'Flit like a ghost away.
75. oldal - And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays, To venture so: it fills me with amaze To see thee, Porphyro ! — St. Agnes' Eve ! God's help! my lady fair the conjuror plays This very night: good angels her deceive! But let me laugh awhile, — I've mickle time to grieve.
128. oldal - Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept; Come and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night: And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth.
65. oldal - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and locked embrace Our parting was fu...
94. oldal - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; 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!