Pearls from the poets: specimens selected, with biogr. notes, by H.W. DulckenHenry William Dulcken 1870 |
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... hath not seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep sound of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom : Far beyond the clouds , and ...
... hath not seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep sound of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom : Far beyond the clouds , and ...
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... hath flung its black And winged panels fluttering back Triumphant o'er the crested palls Of her grand family funerals ; Some sepulchre remote , alone , Against whose portal she had thrown , In childhood , many an idle stone ; Some tomb ...
... hath flung its black And winged panels fluttering back Triumphant o'er the crested palls Of her grand family funerals ; Some sepulchre remote , alone , Against whose portal she had thrown , In childhood , many an idle stone ; Some tomb ...
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Henry William Dulcken. The Young Herdsman . FROM early childhood , even , as hath been said , From his sixth year , he had been sent abroad , In summer , to tend herds : such was his task Thenceforward till the latter day of youth . Oh ...
Henry William Dulcken. The Young Herdsman . FROM early childhood , even , as hath been said , From his sixth year , he had been sent abroad , In summer , to tend herds : such was his task Thenceforward till the latter day of youth . Oh ...
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... hath a true consent With planet , or with element . MILTON . [ From " Il Penseroso . " ] Sin . ANLIKE is it to fall into sin , Fiendlike is it to dwell therein , Christlike is it for sin to grieve , Godlike is it all sin to leave ...
... hath a true consent With planet , or with element . MILTON . [ From " Il Penseroso . " ] Sin . ANLIKE is it to fall into sin , Fiendlike is it to dwell therein , Christlike is it for sin to grieve , Godlike is it all sin to leave ...
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... Hath heard a pause of silence ; till the moon Emerging , hath awakened earth and sky With one sensation , and these wakeful birds Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy , As if some sudden gale had swept at once A hundred airy harps ...
... Hath heard a pause of silence ; till the moon Emerging , hath awakened earth and sky With one sensation , and these wakeful birds Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy , As if some sudden gale had swept at once A hundred airy harps ...
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Ashford BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty behold BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST beneath birds blest bliss born breast breath bright Cam'rons Castle CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charm cheek cheerful child clouds cold COUNTRY CHURCHYARD dark dead death deep delight died dost doth dreams e'en EARL OF GLENCAIRN earth ELEGY WRITTEN Elizabethan era fair fame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES glory grace grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven hill Honour hour LAMENT leaves light live lonely look LORD MACAULAY loud Mary MASSACRE OF GLENCOE moon morn mother mother's love mournful Nature pants ne'er never night noon numbers o'er poems poet praise pride rest round sigh silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound SPANISH ARMADA storm sweet tears thee thine THOMAS OTWAY thou art thought tower Twas vale waves weary weep wild wind woods youth
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Página 61 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 15 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 29 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 138 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 184 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 62 - Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Página 63 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 135 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Página 25 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell...
Página 16 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.