Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic1857 |
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... heart , And change it till it be Transform'd and swallow'd up , O love ! in thee . Ah ! then my soul should know , Beloved ! where thou liest at noon of day , And from this place of woe Released , should take its way To mingle with thy ...
... heart , And change it till it be Transform'd and swallow'd up , O love ! in thee . Ah ! then my soul should know , Beloved ! where thou liest at noon of day , And from this place of woe Released , should take its way To mingle with thy ...
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... heart , whate'er the meal is . -Here comes the smoking Bouillabaisse ! THE OLD MAN'S COUNSEL . By W. C. BRYANT . AMONG Our hills and valleys , I have known Wise and grave men , who , while their diligent hands Tended or gather'd in the ...
... heart , whate'er the meal is . -Here comes the smoking Bouillabaisse ! THE OLD MAN'S COUNSEL . By W. C. BRYANT . AMONG Our hills and valleys , I have known Wise and grave men , who , while their diligent hands Tended or gather'd in the ...
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... heart seem'd full as it could hold ; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile And the red young mouth and the hair's young gold . So , hush , I will give you this leaf to keep ; See , I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ...
... heart seem'd full as it could hold ; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile And the red young mouth and the hair's young gold . So , hush , I will give you this leaf to keep ; See , I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ...
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... heart is fill'd with fears , My eyes are dark , -I hear your sobs , But cannot see your tears . I feel your warm breath on my lips , That are so icy cold ; Come closer , closer , dear mamma , Give me your hand to hold . I quite forget ...
... heart is fill'd with fears , My eyes are dark , -I hear your sobs , But cannot see your tears . I feel your warm breath on my lips , That are so icy cold ; Come closer , closer , dear mamma , Give me your hand to hold . I quite forget ...
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... heart , and the harp , that are sleeping for ever . HOPE . A fine passage in CAMPBELL's Pleasures of Hope . AT summer eve , when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below , Why to yon mountain turns the ...
... heart , and the harp , that are sleeping for ever . HOPE . A fine passage in CAMPBELL's Pleasures of Hope . AT summer eve , when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below , Why to yon mountain turns the ...
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angels beauty beneath bird bloom blue breath bright brow child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall feel fire flowers gentle give glad golden gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour land leaves light live lonely look morn mountain nature never night o'er once pass past peace poem poet rest rise river rose round shade shadow shine shore side sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars stream strong summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true voice warm waters waves wild wind wings woods young
Popular passages
Page 11 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low; Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, — Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O, rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing.
Page 30 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.
Page 355 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Page 224 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 190 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Page 145 - Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, - where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state. This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Page 224 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Page 75 - Is it far away in some region old Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand, — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child ! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy, Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless...
Page 260 - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds.
Page 154 - Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind, for sight, smell, taste ; And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold...