Miscellaneous PoemsWilliam Benbow, 1826 - 144 strán (strany) |
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Strana 5
... Bright reason will mock thee , Like the sun from a wintry sky . From thy nest every rafter Will rot , and thine eagle home Leave the naked to laughter , When leaves fall and cold winds come . THE PAST . WILT thou forget the happy hours ...
... Bright reason will mock thee , Like the sun from a wintry sky . From thy nest every rafter Will rot , and thine eagle home Leave the naked to laughter , When leaves fall and cold winds come . THE PAST . WILT thou forget the happy hours ...
Strana 6
... bright spirit lived , and did That decaying robe consume Which its lustre faintly hid , Here its ashes find a tomb , But beneath this pyramid Thou art not if a thing divine Like thee can die , thy funeral shrine Is thy mother's grief ...
... bright spirit lived , and did That decaying robe consume Which its lustre faintly hid , Here its ashes find a tomb , But beneath this pyramid Thou art not if a thing divine Like thee can die , thy funeral shrine Is thy mother's grief ...
Strana 8
... bright . Virtue , how frail it is ! Friendship too rare ! Love , how it sells poor bliss For proud despair ! But we , though soon they fall , Survive their joy and all Which ours we call . Whilst skies are blue and bright , Whilst ...
... bright . Virtue , how frail it is ! Friendship too rare ! Love , how it sells poor bliss For proud despair ! But we , though soon they fall , Survive their joy and all Which ours we call . Whilst skies are blue and bright , Whilst ...
Strana 13
... bright and calm , but transitory , And now thy hopes are gone , thy hair is hoary ; This most familiar scene , my pain- These tombs alone remain . ΤΟ WHEN passion's trance is overpast , If tenderness and 2 D MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 13.
... bright and calm , but transitory , And now thy hopes are gone , thy hair is hoary ; This most familiar scene , my pain- These tombs alone remain . ΤΟ WHEN passion's trance is overpast , If tenderness and 2 D MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 13.
Strana 15
... bright and clear , And your sweet voice , like a bird Singing love to its lone mate In the ivy bower disconsolate ; Voice the sweetest ever heard ! And your brow more Than the * Of this azure Italy . * # sky Mary dear , come to me soon ...
... bright and clear , And your sweet voice , like a bird Singing love to its lone mate In the ivy bower disconsolate ; Voice the sweetest ever heard ! And your brow more Than the * Of this azure Italy . * # sky Mary dear , come to me soon ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
æther ANTISTROPHE art thou azure beams beauty birds blood and gold blue bosom bowers boy In winter brain breast breath bright calm caves chasm cheek chidden city of death clouds cold cradle dark dead death deep delight desart divine doth dream earth EPODE eyes faint fear fled fleeting river flowers frozen gentle Ginevra gleams glory grass green grey grief hail hair hate heart heaven hopes Imperious inquisition kiss leaves light live love waves Mont Blanc moon morning motion mountains Naples never o'er ocean odour painted veil pale pine Pisa rain rocks round sails SERCHIO serene shadow sigh silent sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow sound spirit stars storm stream sweet pipings swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus vale veil violets voice wandering waters waves weep wept Whilst wild wind wings winter woods
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Strana 129 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Strana 131 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground...
Strana 2 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Strana 39 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Strana 10 - One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother ; And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love : But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?' (1821.) LAST CHORUS OF
Strana 129 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Strana 50 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Strana 130 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Strana 90 - THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves. Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...
Strana 130 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.