Miscellaneous PoemsWilliam Benbow, 1826 - 144 pàgines |
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Pàgina 11
... brain . As the scent of a violet withered up , Which grew by the brink of a silver lake ; When the hot noon has drained its dewy cup , And mist there was none its thirst to slake- And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the ...
... brain . As the scent of a violet withered up , Which grew by the brink of a silver lake ; When the hot noon has drained its dewy cup , And mist there was none its thirst to slake- And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the ...
Pàgina 18
... fell like dew On flowers half dead ; -- thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain , Charming away its dream of pain . We are not happy , sweet ; our state Is 18 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... fell like dew On flowers half dead ; -- thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly ; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain , Charming away its dream of pain . We are not happy , sweet ; our state Is 18 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
Pàgina 20
... brain , which the world's livery wear ? Oh thou quick Heart which pantest to possess All that anticipation feigneth fair ! Thou vainly curious mind which wouldest guess Whence thou didst come , and whither thou may'st go , And that ...
... brain , which the world's livery wear ? Oh thou quick Heart which pantest to possess All that anticipation feigneth fair ! Thou vainly curious mind which wouldest guess Whence thou didst come , and whither thou may'st go , And that ...
Pàgina 28
... brain Of usual shapes , till the fami iar train Of objects and of persons passed like things Strange as a dreamer's mad imaginings , Ginevra from the nuptial altar went ; The vows to which her lips had sworn assent Rung in her brain ...
... brain Of usual shapes , till the fami iar train Of objects and of persons passed like things Strange as a dreamer's mad imaginings , Ginevra from the nuptial altar went ; The vows to which her lips had sworn assent Rung in her brain ...
Pàgina 50
... brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which my lost heart , too soon grown old , Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament - for I am one Whom men love not , -and ...
... brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which my lost heart , too soon grown old , Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament - for I am one Whom men love not , -and ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
æther ANTISTROPHE art thou azure beams beauty birds blood and gold blue bosom bowers boy In winter brain breast breath bright calm caves chasm cheek chidden city of death clouds cold cradle dark dead death deep delight desart divine doth dream earth EPODE eyes faint fear fled fleeting river flowers frozen gentle Ginevra gleams glory grass green grey grief hail hair hate heart heaven hopes Imperious inquisition kiss leaves light live love waves Mont Blanc moon morning motion mountains Naples never o'er ocean odour painted veil pale pine Pisa rain rocks round sails SERCHIO serene shadow sigh silent sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow sound spirit stars storm stream sweet pipings swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus vale veil violets voice wandering waters waves weep wept Whilst wild wind wings winter woods
Passatges populars
Pàgina 129 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Pàgina 131 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground...
Pàgina 2 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Pàgina 39 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Pàgina 10 - One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother ; And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love : But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?' (1821.) LAST CHORUS OF
Pàgina 129 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Pàgina 50 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Pàgina 130 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Pàgina 90 - THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves. Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...
Pàgina 130 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.