PoemsJ. Owen, 1844 - 279 pages |
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... - SLAVERY PICNIC IN DEDHAM SILENCE A CHIPPEWA LEGEND 190 193 195 198 202 206 211 213 216 SONNETS . " " I. " THROUGH SUFFERING AND SORROW 231 II . " WHAT WERE I , LOVE , " 232 III . IMPATIENCE AND REPROOF IV . REFORMERS · V. X CONTENTS .
... - SLAVERY PICNIC IN DEDHAM SILENCE A CHIPPEWA LEGEND 190 193 195 198 202 206 211 213 216 SONNETS . " " I. " THROUGH SUFFERING AND SORROW 231 II . " WHAT WERE I , LOVE , " 232 III . IMPATIENCE AND REPROOF IV . REFORMERS · V. X CONTENTS .
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... silent nooks , And in the murmured longing of the wood , That could make Margaret dream of lovelorn looks , And stir a thrilling mystery in her blood More trembly secret than Aurora's tear Shed in the bosom of an eglatere ? IX . Full ...
... silent nooks , And in the murmured longing of the wood , That could make Margaret dream of lovelorn looks , And stir a thrilling mystery in her blood More trembly secret than Aurora's tear Shed in the bosom of an eglatere ? IX . Full ...
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... silent as the tireless seas Gain on the shore ; his thirst he could not bear , Once having drained love's beaker to the lees , And , could he quench its flame , he felt no care If he drank poison : so at last he fell , Winning the crime ...
... silent as the tireless seas Gain on the shore ; his thirst he could not bear , Once having drained love's beaker to the lees , And , could he quench its flame , he felt no care If he drank poison : so at last he fell , Winning the crime ...
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... silent patience loved him more : Sorrow had made her soft heart yet more soft , And a new life within her own she bore Which made her tenderer , as she felt it move Beneath her breast , a refuge for her love . XVIII . This babe , she ...
... silent patience loved him more : Sorrow had made her soft heart yet more soft , And a new life within her own she bore Which made her tenderer , as she felt it move Beneath her breast , a refuge for her love . XVIII . This babe , she ...
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... silence those who err From noble promptings , to his hope again ; So gentle Nature plays the comforter To all who seek at man's proud door in vain : And gladly once again awoke in her The peace that long in drowsy dark had lain , And ...
... silence those who err From noble promptings , to his hope again ; So gentle Nature plays the comforter To all who seek at man's proud door in vain : And gladly once again awoke in her The peace that long in drowsy dark had lain , And ...
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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...