The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest PoemsMilner and Sowerby, 1866 - 480 strán (strany) |
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Strana 18
... glance back on the past and say Behold , our heart's idol has proved but clay ! Must we , too , change , because time has given Another proof that the chain must be riven , Which binds us to earth with such powerful sway , As would make ...
... glance back on the past and say Behold , our heart's idol has proved but clay ! Must we , too , change , because time has given Another proof that the chain must be riven , Which binds us to earth with such powerful sway , As would make ...
Strana 25
... glance Seems with sorrow and care at strife . Manly beauty and self - formed grace Stand forth in each movement fair , And speak in the turn of his well - timed step , And shine in his wavy hair . With travel and watchfulness worn was ...
... glance Seems with sorrow and care at strife . Manly beauty and self - formed grace Stand forth in each movement fair , And speak in the turn of his well - timed step , And shine in his wavy hair . With travel and watchfulness worn was ...
Strana 29
... glance appears Of nature's best selection ; It took the world six thousand years To perfect such perfection . All gifts divine that could combine , With charms of nymph and fairy , Agree to grace one beauteous face , To witch the world ...
... glance appears Of nature's best selection ; It took the world six thousand years To perfect such perfection . All gifts divine that could combine , With charms of nymph and fairy , Agree to grace one beauteous face , To witch the world ...
Strana 46
... glance , Yet calmly , the angelic frame ; And wonder nature's best mould shrines A soul so lost to honest shame . Go , false one , go ! thy brow of shame , Those silken fringed orbs of blue , Love's dainty dimple , Cupid's bow , May ne ...
... glance , Yet calmly , the angelic frame ; And wonder nature's best mould shrines A soul so lost to honest shame . Go , false one , go ! thy brow of shame , Those silken fringed orbs of blue , Love's dainty dimple , Cupid's bow , May ne ...
Strana 66
... glance , They silent turned aside , And left her all unharmed amidst Her loveliness and pride ! UNREST . HEART , weary Heart ! what means thy wild unrest ? Hast thou not tasted of earth's every pleasure ? With all that mortals seek thy ...
... glance , They silent turned aside , And left her all unharmed amidst Her loveliness and pride ! UNREST . HEART , weary Heart ! what means thy wild unrest ? Hast thou not tasted of earth's every pleasure ? With all that mortals seek thy ...
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angel beam beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow burning canst charms cheek cold dark dear deep dream E'en e'er earth eyes fade fair faithless fancy farewell feel flowers flowing tears fond fondly forget gaze gentle glance gleam glow grief hath hear heaven hope hour IANTHE kiss lady life's light lingering lips lonely look lov'd love thee Love's lover lute lyre maid maiden memory morning murmuring nature's best ne'er neath never Nevermore night nymph o'er pain pale passion pure Quoth the Raven rapture rill rose shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star strain sweet tears tell tender thine think of thee thou art thou hast thought thrilling tone Twas Twill voice vows wake wander weary weep whispers wild wilt wind words young youth
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Strana 166 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Strana 167 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Strana 362 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Strana 165 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Strana 165 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Strana 146 - Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Strana 166 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Strana 439 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Strana 167 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Strana 148 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...