PoemsParry & M'Millan, 1855 - 352 pages |
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afar angel azure beauty behold bells beneath BERNARDO birds blessed bloom blossoms bowers brain breast breath bright brook brooklet calamus root Celestial Gate censer chime CITY OF GOD dark dear Death deep dream dusky ice dust earth Endymion eyes fair fall flowers flowery branches folded palms gates gaze GIACOMO gleam glow goblet wrought golden hair hand hath hear heart heaven high and dizzy homeless birds hour labour light Linden Lane lips look loud maiden mantle midnight mist moon morn night o'er Paradise SONG passed realm ringing rise river ROSALIA round Rudesheim rustle sang shadows sigh singing skies smile smiling queen song soul sounds spirit stars stood stream summer sweet swell swinging tambourine thee thine thou thought thrill unto unwritten song vale voice wake walked walls wandered weary ween winds wine wings youth
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Page 294 - mid the ranks of the invading foe. Long, but not loud, the droning wheel went on, Like the low...
Page 104 - O, painful proof— His sheaves are piled to the heated roof. There is the orchard— the very trees Where my childhood knew long hours of ease, And watched the shadowy moments run Till my life imbibed more shade than sun ; The swing from the bough still sweeps the air, But the stranger's children are swinging there.
Page 281 - Over the roof, ^ How the midnight tempests howl ! With a dreary voice, like the dismal tune Of wolves that bay at the desert moon ; — Or whistle and shriek Through limbs that creak, "Tu-who! tu-whit!" They cry and flit, "Tu-whit! tu-who!" like the solemn owl! Alow and aloof, Over the roof, Sweep the moaning winds amain, And wildly dash The elm and ash, Clattering on the window-sash, With a clatter and patter, Like hail and rain That well nigh shatter The dusky pane!
Page 291 - The embattled forests, erewhile armed in gold, Their banners bright with every martial hue, Now stood, like some sad beaten host of old, Withdrawn afar in Time's remotest blue.
Page 60 - PASSING THE ICEBERGS. A FEARLESS shape of brave device, Our vessel drives through mist and rain, Between the floating fleets of ice — The navies of the northern main. These arctic ventures, blindly hurled The proofs of Nature's olden force — Like fragments of a crystal world Long shattered from its skyey course. These are the buccaneers that fright The middle sea with dream of wrecks, And freeze the south winds in their flight, And chain the Gulf-stream to their decks. At every dragon prow and...
Page 41 - ... I asked her if she loved me, and our hands met each in each, And the dainty, sighing ripples seemed to listen up the reach ; While thus slowly with a hazel wand she wrote along the beach, " Love, like the sky, lies deepest ere the heart is stirred to speech." Thus I gained the love of Inez — thus I won her gentle hand; And our paths now lie together, as our footprints on the strand ; We have vowed to love each other in the golden morning land, When our names from earth have vanished, like the...
Page 37 - Adown the white highway like cavalry fleet, It dashes the dust with its numberless feet. Like a murmurless school, in their leafy retreat The wild birds sit listening the drops round them beat ; And the boy crouches close to the blackberry wall The swallows alone take the storm on their wing, And, taunting the tree-sheltered labourers, sing.
Page 104 - Oh ye who daily cross the sill, Step lightly, for I love it still ; And when you crowd the old barn eaves, Then think what countless harvest sheaves Have passed within that scented door, To gladden eyes that are no more. Deal kindly with these orchard trees, And when your children crowd...
Page 291 - Where erst the jay, within the elm's tall crest, Made garrulous trouble round her unfledged young, And where the oriole hung her swaying nest, By every light wind like a censer swung ; Where sang the noisy masons of the eaves, The busy swallows, circling ever near. Foreboding, as the rustic mind believes, An early harvest and a plenteous year ; Where every bird which charmed the vernal feast Shook the sweet slumber from its wings at morn, To warn the reaper of the rosy east — All now was songless,...
Page 290 - WITHIN his sober realm of leafless trees The russet year inhaled the dreamy air ; Like some tanned reaper in his hour of ease, When all the fields are lying brown and bare. The gray barns looking from their hazy hills O'er the dim waters widening in the vales, Sent down the air a greeting to the mills, On the dull thunder of alternate flails. All sights were mellowed and all sounds subdued, The hills seemed...