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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume
Mary Botham Howitt
Visualização completa - 1840
The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in ..., Volumes 1-2
Mary Botham Howitt
Visualização completa - 1847
Achzib ADONIJAH angels ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold Belshazzar beneath BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child clouds cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst Diodotus dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father Fazio fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy IMLAH King lady LADY Rochford light lips look Lord lute Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night Nitocris noble o'er Olybius pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tree Twas unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
Página 580 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Página 419 - 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...
Página 584 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to Poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine...
Página 557 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture: she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line. Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Página 583 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Página 580 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Página 135 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by ? Our outward life requires them not — Then wherefore had they birth ? — : To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth ; To comfort man — to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim, For who so careth for the flowers . Will much more care...
Página 580 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Página 564 - 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.