Poems: With an IntroductionBlackie & son, Limited, 1904 - 392 من الصفحات |
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ALICE MEYNELL beamy beneath bird blasphemy boast breath call'd cause Charity charms death deed Deist delight divine doom'd dread dream e'en earth ease Edmonton fair fancy fear feel fill'd fix'd flowers folly form'd Gilpin give glory grace grave hand happy hast heard heart Heaven heavenly honour hope Hosanna human immortal John Gilpin land less liberty light live Lord lost lyre man-The man's mercy mind nature never night o'er once peace perhaps Pharisee pleasure praise press'd pride proud rapture rest runs the road scene scorn seem'd shine sight silent skies sleep smile song soon soul sound spaniel spleen stamp'd sweet taste tears thee theme thine thou art thought toil tongue touch'd trembling truth Twas uncon vex'd virtue voice walk WILLIAM COWPER wind wings winter wisdom wonders wrong
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الصفحة 15 - Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow — 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary...
الصفحة 3 - Sage beneath a spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief, Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief. Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt ; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
الصفحة 290 - The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling, splendour of the scene below. Again the harmony comes o'er the vale ; And through the trees I view th' embattled tow'r Whence all the music.
الصفحة 344 - Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty, screaming, came down stairs, The wine is left behind ! Good lack ! quoth he — yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
الصفحة 295 - The scentless and the scented rose ; this red, And of an humbler growth, the other* tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave ; The lilac, various in array, now white, Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now set With purple spikes pyramidal, as if Studious of ornament, yet unresolved Which hue she most approved, she chose them all...
الصفحة 9 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
الصفحة 286 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve.
الصفحة 348 - Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke ; And thus, unto the Calender, In merry guise he spoke : ' I came because your horse would come , And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, They are upon the road.
الصفحة 311 - O scenes surpassing fable, and yet true, Scenes of accomplished bliss ; which who can see, Though but in distant prospect, and not feel His soul refreshed with foretaste of the joy ? Rivers of gladness water all the earth, And clothe all climes with beauty; the reproach Of barrenness is past. The fruitful field Laughs with abundance ; and the land, once lean, Or fertile only in its own disgrace, Exults to see its thistly curse repealed ; The various seasons woven into one, And that one season an...
الصفحة 292 - Drawn from his refuge in some lonely elm, That age or injury has hollow'd deep, Where, on his bed of wool and matted leaves, He has outslept the winter, ventures forth To frisk awhile, and bask in the warm sun, The squirrel, flippant, pert, and full of play : He sees me, and at once, swift as a bird, Ascends the neighbouring beech ; there whisks his brush, And perks his ears, and stamps, and cries aloud, With all the prettiness of feign'd alarm. And anger insignificantly fierce.