Remains of William S. Graham: With a Memoir...Moore, 1849 - 278 strán (strany) |
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... Smile , 206 To E. D. G. 207 To E. D. G. 208 Wordsworth , 209 Wordsworth , 210 An Infant's Epistle , 211 To My Wife , 212 • To S. M. G. 213 To Mrs. Bose , 214 On receiving a pair of embroidered slippers , 216 Valedictory , 218 ...
... Smile , 206 To E. D. G. 207 To E. D. G. 208 Wordsworth , 209 Wordsworth , 210 An Infant's Epistle , 211 To My Wife , 212 • To S. M. G. 213 To Mrs. Bose , 214 On receiving a pair of embroidered slippers , 216 Valedictory , 218 ...
Strana 25
... smiles will be just coming in . When Nature refreshed her lost smiles will recover , And sunshine be sparkling on many a hill ; Then out goes the student , the lady and lover , To rove on the banks of some soft flowing rill . But Winter ...
... smiles will be just coming in . When Nature refreshed her lost smiles will recover , And sunshine be sparkling on many a hill ; Then out goes the student , the lady and lover , To rove on the banks of some soft flowing rill . But Winter ...
Strana 26
... smiles discover , Gloom shades the brow , where smiles have been , dark as the clouds that hover . The streets a mass of miry clay , the gutters pour in thunder , The crops are drowned , so farmers say , but cut - worms work in under ...
... smiles discover , Gloom shades the brow , where smiles have been , dark as the clouds that hover . The streets a mass of miry clay , the gutters pour in thunder , The crops are drowned , so farmers say , but cut - worms work in under ...
Strana 60
... crookedness , and a bright face and kind eyes look out from every corner of their evolu- tions ; their stiffness relaxes into a smile , such as I have seen before , and their original ugliness is lost under a 60 MEMOIR OF.
... crookedness , and a bright face and kind eyes look out from every corner of their evolu- tions ; their stiffness relaxes into a smile , such as I have seen before , and their original ugliness is lost under a 60 MEMOIR OF.
Strana 62
... a familiar voice , musical and low , I can hear beneath the thunder of the busy streets and in the silence of midnight . The gentle spirit of a smile I have loved to meet , glows like a wandering sunbeam upon every object 62 MEMOIR OF.
... a familiar voice , musical and low , I can hear beneath the thunder of the busy streets and in the silence of midnight . The gentle spirit of a smile I have loved to meet , glows like a wandering sunbeam upon every object 62 MEMOIR OF.
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Strana 271 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Strana 78 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Strana 271 - The variety of pauses, so much boasted by the lovers of blank verse, changes the measures of an English poet to the periods of a declaimer ; and there are only a few skilful and happy readers of Milton, who enable their audience to perceive where the lines end or begin. Blank verse, said an ingenious critic, seems to be verse only to the eye.
Strana 271 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough with them is right or wrong . In the bright Muse though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Strana 100 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Strana 31 - Heaven to bless him with her latest breath. Still was she studious never to offend ; And glad of an occasion to commend, With ease would pardon injuries received, Nor e'er was cheerful when another grieved : Despising state, with her own lot content.
Strana 75 - There dwelt a Shepherd, Michael was his name ; An old man, stout of heart, and strong of limb. His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of an unusual strength : his mind was keen, Intense, and frugal, apt for all affairs, And in his Shepherd's calling he was prompt And watchful more than ordinary men.
Strana i - Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth...
Strana 136 - Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Strana 23 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?