The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest PoemsMilner and Sowerby, 1866 - 480 strán (strany) |
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Strana vii
... Vow . 247 The Contract ... ib . A Weed 249 Anna , thy charms 204 A September Evening on the White Roses ib . Banks of the Moshassuck ... 250 My own dear Somebody 206 You ask me to forget her .. 251 Reunion .. ib . The Faith of Love ...
... Vow . 247 The Contract ... ib . A Weed 249 Anna , thy charms 204 A September Evening on the White Roses ib . Banks of the Moshassuck ... 250 My own dear Somebody 206 You ask me to forget her .. 251 Reunion .. ib . The Faith of Love ...
Strana ix
... Vow ib . Cupid and Phoebus ib . The Shrine 448 Hush that Sigh ib . Enchanting Maid 449 The Invitation . 400 Origin ... Vows 456 ed One .. 406 Love Yielding ib . Memory's Recollections ib . Jealous Love 457 All - absorbing Love .... 407 ...
... Vow ib . Cupid and Phoebus ib . The Shrine 448 Hush that Sigh ib . Enchanting Maid 449 The Invitation . 400 Origin ... Vows 456 ed One .. 406 Love Yielding ib . Memory's Recollections ib . Jealous Love 457 All - absorbing Love .... 407 ...
Strana 17
... vows of love . You told me that you'd love none but me , However fair or bright she be , Though far from me you'd love the same , You would adore no other name .. We parted then in deepest sorrow , Hoping for a brighter morrow , Have ...
... vows of love . You told me that you'd love none but me , However fair or bright she be , Though far from me you'd love the same , You would adore no other name .. We parted then in deepest sorrow , Hoping for a brighter morrow , Have ...
Strana 25
... vow . ' Twas Arthur : he gazed on those two pale forms , Soon one was clasped to his heart ; In piercing accents he called her name— That voice made the life - blood start ! Not on the dead doth she ope her eyes- Life , love , spread ...
... vow . ' Twas Arthur : he gazed on those two pale forms , Soon one was clasped to his heart ; In piercing accents he called her name— That voice made the life - blood start ! Not on the dead doth she ope her eyes- Life , love , spread ...
Strana 27
... vows that never , Never will forgotten be . There were none to see our parting , None to see those flowing tears ; And you told me you would love me , Love me through fast coming years . Leonore , though now I wander , Far from thee ...
... vows that never , Never will forgotten be . There were none to see our parting , None to see those flowing tears ; And you told me you would love me , Love me through fast coming years . Leonore , though now I wander , Far from thee ...
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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...