PoemsWilliam Blackwood and Sons, Edinburgh and London, 1868 - 371 pages |
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... THEE , STILL NEAR THEE THE CURFEW - SONG OF ENGLAND THE FALL OF D'ASSAS 116 118 119 121 • • 125 126 128 129 130 131 133 THE CALL TO BATTLE THE LYRE AND FLOWER • • 135 · 137 • COME AWAY EASTER - DAY IN A MOUNTAIN CHURCHYARD THE NAME OF ...
... THEE , STILL NEAR THEE THE CURFEW - SONG OF ENGLAND THE FALL OF D'ASSAS 116 118 119 121 • • 125 126 128 129 130 131 133 THE CALL TO BATTLE THE LYRE AND FLOWER • • 135 · 137 • COME AWAY EASTER - DAY IN A MOUNTAIN CHURCHYARD THE NAME OF ...
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... thee , My love and friend ! Yet fostering , for thy sake , A quenchless hope of happiness to be ; And feeling still my woman - spirit strong , In the deep faith which lifts from earthly wrong A heavenward glance . I know , I know our ...
... thee , My love and friend ! Yet fostering , for thy sake , A quenchless hope of happiness to be ; And feeling still my woman - spirit strong , In the deep faith which lifts from earthly wrong A heavenward glance . I know , I know our ...
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... thee , my Seymour ! -thee ! I will not sink ! Thou , thou hast rent the heavy chain that bound thee ! And this shall be my strength - the joy to think That thou may'st wander with heaven's breath around thee , And all the laughing sky ...
... thee , my Seymour ! -thee ! I will not sink ! Thou , thou hast rent the heavy chain that bound thee ! And this shall be my strength - the joy to think That thou may'st wander with heaven's breath around thee , And all the laughing sky ...
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... thee . O gentle , gentle friend ! How shall I bear this anguish to the end ? Aid ! -comes there yet no aid ? The voice of blood Passes heaven's gate , even ere the crimson flood Sinks through the greensward ! Is there not a cry From the ...
... thee . O gentle , gentle friend ! How shall I bear this anguish to the end ? Aid ! -comes there yet no aid ? The voice of blood Passes heaven's gate , even ere the crimson flood Sinks through the greensward ! Is there not a cry From the ...
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... thee ! My love was more Than fiery song may breathe , deep thought explore ; And there thou smilest , while my heart is dying , With all its blighted hopes around it lying : Even thou , on whom they hung their last green leaf- Yet smile ...
... thee ! My love was more Than fiery song may breathe , deep thought explore ; And there thou smilest , while my heart is dying , With all its blighted hopes around it lying : Even thou , on whom they hung their last green leaf- Yet smile ...
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Alcestis Arabella Stuart art thou Auvergne banners Battle of Morgarten bear beauty Bernardo del Carpio bird bless thee bower breast breath breeze bright brow cloud crown dark dead death deep dreams dwell E'en earth faint farewell Father Fcap fear flowers glad gleam gloom glorious glory glow gone grave hath haunted haunted ground heard heart heaven hills holy hour hushed JOHN HILL BURTON leaves light lone lyre Marguerite of France melodies midst mighty mirth mountains mournful murmur night o'er pale passed prayer rich rose round shadow shed shore shrine sigh silent sing skies Skylark sleep smile soft solemn song soul sound spirit stars storm stranger's heart stream strong sunny sweet swell tears thine Thou art Thou hast thought thrilling tomb tone unto voice vols wandering wave whispers wild William the Conqueror wind
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Page 145 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Page 157 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry Homes of England ! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page...
Page 93 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 24 - Say, father ! say If yet my task is done ! ' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. ' Speak, father ! ' once again he cried, ' If I may yet be gone ! ' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 158 - O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam ; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England ! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.
Page 179 - OH ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone ; The Summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! " The flowers run wild — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me...
Page 24 - While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder-sound — • The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! — With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart ! VII.—...
Page 100 - Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king ? — His dust be mountains on thy head!
Page 33 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world— with kings, The powerful of the earth— the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 288 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?