PoemsJ. Owen, 1844 - 279 pages |
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... glowed ever new - revealed , All rosy - fresh with innocent morning dew , And looked into her heart with dim , sweet eyes That left it full of sylvan memories . VI . O , what a face was hers to A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 5.
... glowed ever new - revealed , All rosy - fresh with innocent morning dew , And looked into her heart with dim , sweet eyes That left it full of sylvan memories . VI . O , what a face was hers to A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 5.
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James Russell Lowell. VI . O , what a face was hers to brighten light , And give back sunshine with an added glow , To wile each moment with a fresh delight , And part of memory's best contentment grow ! O , how her voice , as with an ...
James Russell Lowell. VI . O , what a face was hers to brighten light , And give back sunshine with an added glow , To wile each moment with a fresh delight , And part of memory's best contentment grow ! O , how her voice , as with an ...
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... all day long a lying face Fell lightly from him , and , a moment free , Erect with wakened faith his spirit stood And scorned the weakness of its demon - mood . XXVI . Like a sweet wind - harp to him A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 15.
... all day long a lying face Fell lightly from him , and , a moment free , Erect with wakened faith his spirit stood And scorned the weakness of its demon - mood . XXVI . Like a sweet wind - harp to him A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 15.
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... face , To tell us that she is but seeming dead ; That earth is but her body's burial - place , Whence flowers shall spring , on lowly hearts to shed A fragrant prophecy of heaven's grace , And that we truly could not see her , even ...
... face , To tell us that she is but seeming dead ; That earth is but her body's burial - place , Whence flowers shall spring , on lowly hearts to shed A fragrant prophecy of heaven's grace , And that we truly could not see her , even ...
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... face of heaven serene ; And love's return doth more than fill the lack , Which in his absence withered the heart's green : And yet a dim foreboding still would flit Between her and her hope to darken it . XIX . She could not figure ...
... face of heaven serene ; And love's return doth more than fill the lack , Which in his absence withered the heart's green : And yet a dim foreboding still would flit Between her and her hope to darken it . XIX . She could not figure ...
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Page 165 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 214 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Page 165 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Page 100 - THE FOUNTAIN'. INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ! Ever in...
Page 166 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 109 - They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower.
Page 263 - HE stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide The din of battle and of slaughter rose; He saw God stand upon the weaker side, That sank in seeming loss before its foes: Many there were who made great haste and sold Unto the cunning enemy their swords, He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold, And, underneath their soft and flowery words, Heard the cold serpent hiss ; therefore he went And humbly joined him to the weaker part, Fanatic named, and fool, yet well content So he could be the...
Page 242 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun ; Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great ! § SA.
Page 51 - No, time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old; And rather make them born to our desire Than think that we before have heard them told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not...
Page 213 - MEN ! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave ? x If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, — Slaves unworthy to be freed...