PoemsCharles Tilt, 1835 - 182 pàgines |
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Pàgina 2
Louisa Anne Meredith. Thou art at banquets ' midst the minstrel train , Waking their harps with an enlivening strain ; Thou art where rosy , mantling wine is poured , And bright - eyed Mirth laughs round the social board- Thou art among ...
Louisa Anne Meredith. Thou art at banquets ' midst the minstrel train , Waking their harps with an enlivening strain ; Thou art where rosy , mantling wine is poured , And bright - eyed Mirth laughs round the social board- Thou art among ...
Pàgina 15
... wake in bondage to deplore That fame and freedom should exist no more . A few short years the noble spirit burned , Then waned beneath the power it should have spurned . The Ocean - Empress , by her widowed wave , Stands like the ...
... wake in bondage to deplore That fame and freedom should exist no more . A few short years the noble spirit burned , Then waned beneath the power it should have spurned . The Ocean - Empress , by her widowed wave , Stands like the ...
Pàgina 17
... wake the heroes from their graves again :) Alas ! how changed - yet still each spell - bound scene Speaks to the heart with tones of what has been , — Arrays its form again in hues that were , And seems to fling away the clouds of care ...
... wake the heroes from their graves again :) Alas ! how changed - yet still each spell - bound scene Speaks to the heart with tones of what has been , — Arrays its form again in hues that were , And seems to fling away the clouds of care ...
Pàgina 30
... Waking to being on th ' horizon's verge , And changing oft , as transient sunbursts sweep The heaving bosom of her ... wake a line of foam is flung , Gemm'd with light rainbow - bubbles that display Their fairy hues amid the dancing ...
... Waking to being on th ' horizon's verge , And changing oft , as transient sunbursts sweep The heaving bosom of her ... wake a line of foam is flung , Gemm'd with light rainbow - bubbles that display Their fairy hues amid the dancing ...
Pàgina 40
... wake only ' neath the transient ray That mem'ry's beacon sheds , as o'er a grave , - Calling them back to life , from darkness and decay . EXTEMPORANEOUS SONNETTA , WITH VARIATIONS , COMPOSED FOR AND INSCRIBED 40 SONNETS .
... wake only ' neath the transient ray That mem'ry's beacon sheds , as o'er a grave , - Calling them back to life , from darkness and decay . EXTEMPORANEOUS SONNETTA , WITH VARIATIONS , COMPOSED FOR AND INSCRIBED 40 SONNETS .
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.