Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volume 61859 |
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... beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely dreary , Clouded , even as they would weep . But they wept not - but they changed not- Never moved , and never closed ; Troubled still , and still they ranged not- Wander'd not ...
... beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely dreary , Clouded , even as they would weep . But they wept not - but they changed not- Never moved , and never closed ; Troubled still , and still they ranged not- Wander'd not ...
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... beneath the evening - star , From home , and haunt , and man afar , Oft have my wandering footsteps sought The scenes that waken'd solemn thought ; But ever dearest seem'd to me Companionship of the lone sea , Where , o'er the foam ...
... beneath the evening - star , From home , and haunt , and man afar , Oft have my wandering footsteps sought The scenes that waken'd solemn thought ; But ever dearest seem'd to me Companionship of the lone sea , Where , o'er the foam ...
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... Beneath the cool and silent night , When not a frowning shade was there To dim the soft and azure air , But all was lustre pure and mild , A pale light o'er a pathless wild ; When silence slumber'd on the hill , And lakes below lay ...
... Beneath the cool and silent night , When not a frowning shade was there To dim the soft and azure air , But all was lustre pure and mild , A pale light o'er a pathless wild ; When silence slumber'd on the hill , And lakes below lay ...
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... Hope forgot their power To calm the sinner's smart . I almost cursed the good great God , And vow'd that I would be , Even as he beneath the sod , Though I had not lived as he . I left the tomb , I ceased to weep ; BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 69.
... Hope forgot their power To calm the sinner's smart . I almost cursed the good great God , And vow'd that I would be , Even as he beneath the sod , Though I had not lived as he . I left the tomb , I ceased to weep ; BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 69.
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... beneath ; Nought , we know , dies . Shall that alone which knows Be as a sword consumed before the sheath By sightless lightning ? -th ' intense atom glows A moment , then is quench'd in a most cold repose . Alas ! that all we loved of ...
... beneath ; Nought , we know , dies . Shall that alone which knows Be as a sword consumed before the sheath By sightless lightning ? -th ' intense atom glows A moment , then is quench'd in a most cold repose . Alas ! that all we loved of ...
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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.