PoemsCharles Tilt, 1835 - 182 pàgines |
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Pàgina 12
... brow , But fallen and degenerate remains , Yielding , with passive tameness , to her chains ; Bending to tyrants low her queenly head , E'en while their fetters are around her spread . Think upon VENICE , in the days of old , 12 SEA ...
... brow , But fallen and degenerate remains , Yielding , with passive tameness , to her chains ; Bending to tyrants low her queenly head , E'en while their fetters are around her spread . Think upon VENICE , in the days of old , 12 SEA ...
Pàgina 16
... brow , - Beaming with triumph , beautiful , and proud , That now is passing lovely in its shroud ! Mournful and darkly round her faded charms Wind the lone Adriatic's circling arms ; Not speeding the Bucentaur's gay career , But slumb ...
... brow , - Beaming with triumph , beautiful , and proud , That now is passing lovely in its shroud ! Mournful and darkly round her faded charms Wind the lone Adriatic's circling arms ; Not speeding the Bucentaur's gay career , But slumb ...
Pàgina 20
... brow , Still beautiful - although degraded now : Oh Venice ! -rouse thee - burst thy chains - be free ! Though now another Empress rules the Sea ! My own loved country - such may'st thou remain , Still unsubdued - still free from ...
... brow , Still beautiful - although degraded now : Oh Venice ! -rouse thee - burst thy chains - be free ! Though now another Empress rules the Sea ! My own loved country - such may'st thou remain , Still unsubdued - still free from ...
Pàgina 39
... sculptured knight , ( 3 ) With falchion , helmed brow , and hauberk'd breast , Unknown , defaced and prostrate lies , despite His lineage high , proud name , and noble crest . IV . On his carved shield the moss and lichens SONNETS . 39.
... sculptured knight , ( 3 ) With falchion , helmed brow , and hauberk'd breast , Unknown , defaced and prostrate lies , despite His lineage high , proud name , and noble crest . IV . On his carved shield the moss and lichens SONNETS . 39.
Pàgina 60
... brow , " Heaven shield thee , my love - Farewell ! " Oh ! ' twas bravely said - but she strove in vain Her sorrow to repress ; For thoughts glanced through her bewildered brain Of her former loneliness ; And torrents of bitter heart ...
... brow , " Heaven shield thee , my love - Farewell ! " Oh ! ' twas bravely said - but she strove in vain Her sorrow to repress ; For thoughts glanced through her bewildered brain Of her former loneliness ; And torrents of bitter heart ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
amid azure azure skies bark Baron barque beam beautiful beneath billows blast bloom blue blush bower brave breast breeze bright brow castanet chaplet cheek Christmas clouds conqueror's story dames dance dark deep dreams e'en earth elfin knight eyes fair fairy fairy bower falchion fame fancy fling floating flowers flung fragrant gallant gaze gentle glad glance gleam glee glittering glorious glory glowing Harebells Haste hath heart Heaven Jasmine tree joyous KENILWORTH CASTLE Ladye laughing light lone mark Bright mem'ries merrily merry mirth ne'er neath night noble o'er ocean ocean spray olden peal perfumed pride quarry falls rose scene shrine sigh sing skies smile soft song Sorgono sparkling wine spirit star storm strain sweet tear thee thine Thou art thrilling throne transient Twas twine Venice voice waft wave wild wind wing wreath young zephyrs
Passatges populars
Pàgina 121 - HAVE ye ever heard, in the twilight dim, A low, soft strain, That ye fancied a distant vesper hymn, Borne o'er the plain By the zephyrs that rise on perfumed wing, When the sun's last glances are glimmering? Have ye heard that music, with cadence sweet, And merry peal, Ring out like the echoes of fairy feet, O'er flowers that steal? And did ye deem that each trembling tone Was the distant vesper-chime alone ? s 2 132 POEMS.
Pàgina 169 - Than all the wreaths of fairy bower. I ask not, while I near thee dwell, Arabia's spice, or Syria's rose; Thy light festoons more freshly smell, Thy virgin white more freshly glows.
Pàgina 122 - And gaily the trembling bells peal out, With gentle tongue, While elves and fairies career about, 'Mid dance and song: Oh ! roses and lilies are fair to see, But the wild Bluebell is the flower for me. And when, in far distant years, I meet Their...
Pàgina 80 - Still keep him fast chain'd : we must have none here But vernal blasts, and gentle winds appear; Such as blow flowers, and through the glad boughs sing Many soft welcomes to the lusty spring : These are our music.
Pàgina 170 - And the chained captive pined for death. On border fray, on feudal crime, I dream not while I gaze on thee ; The chieftains of that stern old time Could ne'er have loved a Jasmine-tree.
Pàgina 37 - Not a tree, A plant, a leaf, a blossom, but contains a folio volume. Ye are the stars of earth — and dear to me Is each small twinkling gem that wanders free, 'Mid glade or woodland, or by murm'ring stream, For ye to me are more than sweet or fair, I love ye for the mem'ries that ye bear ; Or bygone hours, whose bliss was but a dream.
Pàgina 158 - Oh ! come to the river's rim, come to us there, For the white water-lily is wondrous fair, With her large broad leaves on the stream afloat (Each one a capacious fairy-boat), The swan among FLOWERS ! how stately ride Her snow-white leaves on the rippling tide; And the dragon-fly gallantly stays to sip A kiss of dew from her goblet's lip : Oh ! come in the glow Of the long summer's day, When the cool waves flow, And the zephyrs play; Oh ! dwell not in cities, 'mid cark and care, But come to the river's...
Pàgina 63 - Ivy, that stauncheat and firmest friend, That hastens its succouring arm to lend To the ruined fane where in youth it sprung, And its pliant tendrils in sport were flung. When the sinking buttress, and mouldering tower Seem only the spectres of former power Then the Ivy clusters round the wall, And for tapestry hangs in the moss-grown hall, Striving in beauty and youth to dress The desolate place in its loneliness.
Pàgina 103 - The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou nearest the sound thereof, but ' canst not tell whence it cometh or whither it goeth : so is every one that is born of the Spirit.
Pàgina 29 - I could not dream, — And yet a visionary band arose, 'Mid solemn music's thrilling swell and close, A silent, shadowy train : the taper's gleam Fitfully o'er monastic forms was shed, O'er mitre'd abbot, and the lengthened line Of dark-cowled monks, that bent around the shrine, Still, calm, and voiceless as the slumb'ring dead.