PoemsT. Bosworth, 1848 - 102 pages |
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Angel Apuleius Autumn Banyan beautiful Beauty's bird Blessing Blest bloom BOHEMIAN CUSTOM ILLUSTRATED boughs bower breath bright charm cheek childhood cloud colours Cupid Cupid and Psyche dark Dark Prince dear dewy dream emerald Eve's face Faded Faith's Fancy's feet flashing flower footstep garden gaze GEORGE BARCLAY gloom glow golden GOLDEN BOUGH grass green grief heart heavenly hour lamp Land of Thorns LATIN ROMANCE LEGEND OF LATIN Leicester Square life's light lonely Love's lute lyre Magueloune Meek melting moonlight night o'er OLD MANOR-HOUSE REVISITED orchard pale Paradise pillow Poet pray Psyche purple rainbow rose round RUBY GATES Scatter'd shade shadow sheaves shining shone sigh'd silver Sin's SISTER-ANGELS sisters sleep slumber smile song SORROW storm stream summer sweet tale tears tempest thee thine thou thought thy breast thyme tree twilight voice wake wandering warbles warm waves wing winter Youth
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Page 24 - Yet after all, do you know that I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country church-yard, than in the tomb of the Capulets. I should like, however, that my dust should mingle with kindred dust. The good old expression ' family burying-ground ' has something pleasing in it, at least to me.
Page 11 - Nor bring the tears into her eyes 'By one ungentle word. When that sweet linnet sang; before Our summer roses died, A sister's arm was round her neck, A brother at her side. But now in grief she walks alone, By every flowering bed : That sister's clasping arm is cold — That brother's voice is fled.
Page 69 - I saw a itrong city In the mountains. In which dwell the wise, and in silence they had raised their heads towards heaven ; but nobles and servants went out of the city down into the plain and came into a Ijand of Thorn*. On a sudden, there was a loud cry ; fire had come forth, and great apprehensions seized the souls of all. That city...
Page 12 - The tear upon her cheek. Then chide her not ; but whisper now, " Thy trespass is forgiven ; " — How canst thou frown in that pale face ? She is the last of seven ! Arts Willmnit.
Page 5 - But time those strings of joy -will sever, And hope will not dance on for ever ; Then pray, child, pray! Now thy mother's arm is spread Beneath thy pillow in the night ; And loving feet creep round thy bed ; And o'er thy quiet face is shed The taper's...
Page 17 - ... with his mother ! A GARLAND FOR A WHITE FOREHEAD. Now if Time knows That her whose radiant brows Weave them a Garland of my vows ; Her whose just bays My future hopes can raise, A trophy to her present praise; Her that dares be What these lines wish to see; — I seek no further, it is she ! CRASHAW. THE spirit of mine eyes is faint With gazing on thy light; I close my eyelids, but within Still thou art shining bright. Glowing softly through the gloom, Like a flower-bird at night.* Thy Beauty...
Page 27 - ... wood and flower ! From me thy Beauty will not part. Within my weary lids it dwells, Beloved ! that thou art. The sweet breath of thine eyes doth fall * Like odour on my heart. DANCING. OH, Beautiful ! when Venus sprung, Eve of the waters, into sight, And round her breast her tresses clung, A garland of delight: With lip, and cheek, and eye like thine, And motion breathing music sweet, She made the purple sea her shrine, The white foam, lilies for her feet ! THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.
Page 86 - ... the kingdoms of her sisters, by each of whom she is repulsed. The victim equally of the rage of Venus and of her son, she roams through all the regions of the earth in search of the celestial lover whose favour she had forfeited. She is also subjected to various trials by Venus, one of which is to bring water from a fountain guarded by everwatchful dragons. Jupiter, at length, takes pity on her misfortunes, endows her with immortality, and confirms her union with her forgiving husband. On this...
Page 17 - ... these lines wish to see; — I seek no further, it is she ! CRASHAW. THE spirit of mine eyes is faint With gazing on thy light; I close my eyelids, but within Still thou art shining bright. Glowing softly through the gloom, Like a flower-bird at night.* Thy Beauty walketh by my side In pleasant bower and lea; I hear thee in the bird that sings Upon the orange-tree; Thy face from every crystal stream Is looking up to me. How delicious were those lines of Cowley : — Love in her sunny eyes does...
Page 80 - ... the Muses join in the chorus! This allegory is supposed, by some writers, to be founded on an obscure tradition of the fall of man, and to form an emblem of his temptation, transgression, repentance, and subsequent restoration to favor. Its meaning, perhaps, is more restricted, and only comprehends the progress of the soul to perfection, the possession of divine love, and the reward of immortality. From the earliest times, the influence of religious sentiments has been typified by the hopes and...