Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volume 61859 |
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... lip , nor wearied by the knee , - Only a deeper silence of the sea : For there , in passing , pause the breezes bleak , And the foam fades , and all the waves are weak , The pulse - like oars in softer fall succeed , The black prow ...
... lip , nor wearied by the knee , - Only a deeper silence of the sea : For there , in passing , pause the breezes bleak , And the foam fades , and all the waves are weak , The pulse - like oars in softer fall succeed , The black prow ...
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... lips were ruddy and calm , my lassie , Thy lips were ruddy and calm ; But gane was the holy breath o ' heaven That sang the evening psalm . There's naught but dust now mine , lassie , There's naught but dust now mine ; My soul's wi ...
... lips were ruddy and calm , my lassie , Thy lips were ruddy and calm ; But gane was the holy breath o ' heaven That sang the evening psalm . There's naught but dust now mine , lassie , There's naught but dust now mine ; My soul's wi ...
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... lip - and in her laughing dimples lie- I breathe the first soft sound of love in the maiden's willing ear , And mingle in the rising blush which tells that love is dear . I lead the laugh , I swell the glee amid the festal - hall , But ...
... lip - and in her laughing dimples lie- I breathe the first soft sound of love in the maiden's willing ear , And mingle in the rising blush which tells that love is dear . I lead the laugh , I swell the glee amid the festal - hall , But ...
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... lip , When her tremulous bosom would hide in vain , From her lover , the hope that she loves again . At eve she hangs o'er the western sky , Dark clouds for a glorious canopy ; And round the skirts of each sweeping fold She paints a ...
... lip , When her tremulous bosom would hide in vain , From her lover , the hope that she loves again . At eve she hangs o'er the western sky , Dark clouds for a glorious canopy ; And round the skirts of each sweeping fold She paints a ...
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... lips ( the sweet fresh buds of youth ) The holy dew of prayer lies , like pearl Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn Upon the bashful rose . How beauteously A gentle fast ( not rigorously imposed ) Would look upon that cheek ; and ...
... lips ( the sweet fresh buds of youth ) The holy dew of prayer lies , like pearl Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn Upon the bashful rose . How beauteously A gentle fast ( not rigorously imposed ) Would look upon that cheek ; and ...
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AE FOND KISS BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath breeze bright brooklet brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fade fair fair music feel flowers game at chess gaze gentle gleam glory grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven Helon holy hope hour land lassie leaves light lips live Lochinvar lonely look look'd moon morning murmur N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pale pass'd poem poet rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree turn'd Twas unto voice wave weary weep wild wind wings young youth
Popular passages
Page 51 - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Page 344 - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Page 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Page 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Page 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Page 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
Page 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Page 347 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.