The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt: Containing Many Pieces Now First CollectedEdward Moxon, 1844 - 288 pàgines |
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... heart ; The crowd are mute ; and , from the southern wall , A lordly blast gives welcome to the call . Then comes the crush ; and all who best can strive In shuffling struggle , tow'rds the palace drive , Where , baluster'd and broad ...
... heart ; The crowd are mute ; and , from the southern wall , A lordly blast gives welcome to the call . Then comes the crush ; and all who best can strive In shuffling struggle , tow'rds the palace drive , Where , baluster'd and broad ...
Pàgina 6
... heart's - ease purple with a velvet light , Rich from the glary yellow , thickening bright ; Or silver roses in carnation sewn , Or flowers in heaps , or colours pure alone : But all go sweeping back , and seem to dress The forward ...
... heart's - ease purple with a velvet light , Rich from the glary yellow , thickening bright ; Or silver roses in carnation sewn , Or flowers in heaps , or colours pure alone : But all go sweeping back , and seem to dress The forward ...
Pàgina 8
... heart . The Princess , who at first could scarcely see , Though looking still that way from dignity , Gathers new courage as the praise goes round , And bends her eyes to learn what they have found . And see his horse obeys the check ...
... heart . The Princess , who at first could scarcely see , Though looking still that way from dignity , Gathers new courage as the praise goes round , And bends her eyes to learn what they have found . And see his horse obeys the check ...
Pàgina 11
... heart , Yet fond , from habit , of intrigue and art , And little form'd for sentiments like these , Which seem'd to him mere maiden niceties , ( For lovers of the Muse , alas ! could then As well as now , be but half - loving men ) ...
... heart , Yet fond , from habit , of intrigue and art , And little form'd for sentiments like these , Which seem'd to him mere maiden niceties , ( For lovers of the Muse , alas ! could then As well as now , be but half - loving men ) ...
Pàgina 16
... hearts are stirr'd , - The tongue ' twixt heav'n and 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 ... heart is 166 THE STORY OF RIMINI .
... hearts are stirr'd , - The tongue ' twixt heav'n and 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 ... heart is 166 THE STORY OF RIMINI .
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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.