The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt: Containing Many Pieces Now First CollectedEdward Moxon, 1844 - 288 pàgines |
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... EARTH REFLECTIONS OF A DEAD BODY . TRANSLATIONS . THE INFANT HERCULES AND THE SERPENTS GREEK PRETENDERS TO PHILOSOPHY • 180 . 183 . 188 . 189 193 CUPID SWALLOWED CATULLUS'S RETURN HOME . 196 . 197 197 SONG OF FAIRIES ROBBING AN ORCHARD ...
... EARTH REFLECTIONS OF A DEAD BODY . TRANSLATIONS . THE INFANT HERCULES AND THE SERPENTS GREEK PRETENDERS TO PHILOSOPHY • 180 . 183 . 188 . 189 193 CUPID SWALLOWED CATULLUS'S RETURN HOME . 196 . 197 197 SONG OF FAIRIES ROBBING AN ORCHARD ...
Pàgina 1
... , And odours from the citrons come and go , And all the landscape - earth , and sky , and sea- Breathes like a bright - eyed face , that laughs out openly , B ' Tis nature , full of spirits , wak'd and NARRATIVE POEMS THE STORY OF RIMINI.
... , And odours from the citrons come and go , And all the landscape - earth , and sky , and sea- Breathes like a bright - eyed face , that laughs out openly , B ' Tis nature , full of spirits , wak'd and NARRATIVE POEMS THE STORY OF RIMINI.
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... earth began , The effect was perfect , and the future wife Caught in the elaborate snare - perhaps for life . One truth , however , craft was forc'd to tell , And chance , alas ! supported it too well . She saw , when they were hous'd ...
... earth began , The effect was perfect , and the future wife Caught in the elaborate snare - perhaps for life . One truth , however , craft was forc'd to tell , And chance , alas ! supported it too well . She saw , when they were hous'd ...
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... earth , the memory Which bids adore the Mother and her Child . [ mild , The train are hush'd ; they halt ; their heads are bare ; Earth for a moment breathes angelic air . * The famous story in Boccaccio and Dryden . Francesca weeps for ...
... earth , the memory Which bids adore the Mother and her Child . [ mild , The train are hush'd ; they halt ; their heads are bare ; Earth for a moment breathes angelic air . * The famous story in Boccaccio and Dryden . Francesca weeps for ...
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... earth ; But on his secret soul the fiend still hung , Darken'd his face , made sour and fierce his tongue , And was preparing now a place for thee In his wild heart , O murderous Jealousy ! Not without virtues was the Prince . Who is ...
... earth ; But on his secret soul the fiend still hung , Darken'd his face , made sour and fierce his tongue , And was preparing now a place for thee In his wild heart , O murderous Jealousy ! Not without virtues was the Prince . Who is ...
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AGOLANTI Alcmena Amphitryon angel Antonio Arsaces beauty bless blest bliss BLUE-STOCKING blush bower breath bride call'd Captain Sword cheek COLONNA comes cried dear delight divine door dreadful earth eyes face fair fancy fear FIORDILISA flowers gentle GINEVRA Giulio golden grace hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hendon King King Ban kiss kiss'd lady Lady Morgan light lips look look'd lord lov'd lovers mild Montepulciano never night o'er Olim Olimpia palfrey goes Petrarch Phoebus pity poet poor Prince Queen Ravenna Rimini Riva RONDINELLI rose round seem'd sight Signor Sir Grey Sir Guy SIRMIO smile song soul speak sweet talk tears tell thee thine things thou thought Tiresias tow'rds trees trumpets truth turn'd twas twixt vex'd Vincent Novello Winchelsea window wine wise word young
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Pàgina 70 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Pàgina 170 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Pàgina 129 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart in pain and weakness Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears, These, these are things that may demand Dread memories for years. Sorrows I've had, severe ones.
Pàgina 70 - Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Pàgina 151 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Pàgina 174 - The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit TO A FISH You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced, And mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste; And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be, — Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry, Legless, unloving, infamously chaste: — O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is't ye do? What life lead? eh, dull goggles?
Pàgina 162 - Alas ! we think not what we daily see About our hearths — angels, that are to be Or may be if they will, and we prepare Their souls and ours to meet in happy air; A child, a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings In unison with ours, breeding its future wings.
Pàgina 136 - Memnon, that long sitting by In seeming idleness, with stony eye, Sang at the morning's touch, like poetry ; And then of all the fierce and bitter fruit Of the proud planting of a tyrannous foot, — Of bruised rights, and flourishing bad men, And virtue wasting heavenwards from a den ; Brute force, and fury ; and the devilish drouth Of the fool...
Pàgina 194 - I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me. '.II a Leigh SONG OF FAIRIES ROBBING AN Hunt ORCHARD We are the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples...
Pàgina 164 - We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,— Such our breath and blueness is. lo, the mild shape Hidden by Jove's fears, Found us first i' the sward, when she For hunger stoop'd in tears.