The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - 522 pages |
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... Morning Thoughts ... 123 Part IV 81 The Pheasant . ib . Part V 83 Harvest Field - Flowers 124 Part VI . 84 The Sea - Gull ib . Part VII .. 85 Summer Woods 125 Part VIII 86 The Mandrake 126 Part IX .... 87 The Hedgehog 127 Part X 89 The ...
... Morning Thoughts ... 123 Part IV 81 The Pheasant . ib . Part V 83 Harvest Field - Flowers 124 Part VI . 84 The Sea - Gull ib . Part VII .. 85 Summer Woods 125 Part VIII 86 The Mandrake 126 Part IX .... 87 The Hedgehog 127 Part X 89 The ...
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... Morning Drive 167 .... The Baron's Daughter 209 168 .... Smyrna 210 169 Oliver Cromwell ib . 171 Marshal Soult .... ib . 172 The Valley of the Sweet Waters .. 211 ib . The Burial - Ground at Sidon ib . 173 The Arrival 212 174 An English ...
... Morning Drive 167 .... The Baron's Daughter 209 168 .... Smyrna 210 169 Oliver Cromwell ib . 171 Marshal Soult .... ib . 172 The Valley of the Sweet Waters .. 211 ib . The Burial - Ground at Sidon ib . 173 The Arrival 212 174 An English ...
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... morning light . [ He goes out . [ The Poor Scholar sits for some time as in meditation , then rising and putting away all his books , except the Bible , he sits down again . Life cannot comprehend thee , though thou showest Thyself by ...
... morning light . [ He goes out . [ The Poor Scholar sits for some time as in meditation , then rising and putting away all his books , except the Bible , he sits down again . Life cannot comprehend thee , though thou showest Thyself by ...
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... morning ! Cap . [ aside . You have sworn ! Now contemplate the island at your leisure . — Now is he my sure victim , and for ever ! Yon fairy isle will so subdue his soul With its luxurious pleasures- he no more Will be the chafed lion ...
... morning ! Cap . [ aside . You have sworn ! Now contemplate the island at your leisure . — Now is he my sure victim , and for ever ! Yon fairy isle will so subdue his soul With its luxurious pleasures- he no more Will be the chafed lion ...
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... morning is o'erclouded - a great sorrow Will bow thy youthful beauty to the ground , And thou wilt curse the day whereon we met ! Kind , trusting spirit , I have done thee wrong ! Enter THE CAPTAIN . The wind is fair , the seamen are ...
... morning is o'erclouded - a great sorrow Will bow thy youthful beauty to the ground , And thou wilt curse the day whereon we met ! Kind , trusting spirit , I have done thee wrong ! Enter THE CAPTAIN . The wind is fair , the seamen are ...
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Page 69 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 433 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Page 45 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. VI. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Page 61 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty...
Page 30 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Page 46 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 45 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland: He startled her; but soon she knew his face, And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand, Saying, 'Mercy, Porphyro!
Page 45 - All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Page 27 - Your lutes, and gentler fate ! We follow Bacchus ! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus ! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide : — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy...
Page 129 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.