Foliage, Or, Poems Original and TranslatedC. and J. Ollier, 1818 - 150 pagini |
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Pagina xxxi
... sing ; - Ho ! We are the Nepheliads , we , Who bring the clouds from the great sea , And have within our happy care All the love ' twixt earth and air . We it is with soft new showers Wash the eyes of the young flowers ; And with many a ...
... sing ; - Ho ! We are the Nepheliads , we , Who bring the clouds from the great sea , And have within our happy care All the love ' twixt earth and air . We it is with soft new showers Wash the eyes of the young flowers ; And with many a ...
Pagina xxxv
... Sing him in glory to the sea . Thus chaunted to me that fair blooming throng Leaning about the hill on silvery beds , And said to me at last , -Go tell our song XXXV To such as hang their pale home - withered heads For winter - time ...
... Sing him in glory to the sea . Thus chaunted to me that fair blooming throng Leaning about the hill on silvery beds , And said to me at last , -Go tell our song XXXV To such as hang their pale home - withered heads For winter - time ...
Pagina xlv
... sing in here , though by the house's side ? As if I could not in a minute , rest In leafy fields , rural , and self - possest , Having , on one side , Hampstead for my looks , On t'other , London , with it's wealth of books ? It is not ...
... sing in here , though by the house's side ? As if I could not in a minute , rest In leafy fields , rural , and self - possest , Having , on one side , Hampstead for my looks , On t'other , London , with it's wealth of books ? It is not ...
Pagina lxxx
... half spring , - Brown elms and green oaks , —makes one loiter and sing ; And the bee's weighty murmur comes by us at noon , And the cuckoo repeats his short indolent tune , And little white clouds lie about in the sun , lxxx EPISTLES .
... half spring , - Brown elms and green oaks , —makes one loiter and sing ; And the bee's weighty murmur comes by us at noon , And the cuckoo repeats his short indolent tune , And little white clouds lie about in the sun , lxxx EPISTLES .
Pagina cxix
... sing in thoughtful ears this natural song , - In doors and out , summer and winter , Mirth . 30th December , 1816 . for the hi's Par A 5 WRITTEN UNDER THE ENGRAVING OF A PORTRAIT OF RAFAEL , SONNETS . cxvix To the Grasshopper and the ...
... sing in thoughtful ears this natural song , - In doors and out , summer and winter , Mirth . 30th December , 1816 . for the hi's Par A 5 WRITTEN UNDER THE ENGRAVING OF A PORTRAIT OF RAFAEL , SONNETS . cxvix To the Grasshopper and the ...
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Achilles Adonis air with Hymen ANACREON Arethuse beauty bees BEN JONSON Bion birds bless bough bowers breathing bright CATULLUS chariot CHARLES LAMB cheerful clouds Cybele Cyclops Dæmon dancing dear divine earth Eunoe eyes fancy feel flowers gentle golden Gorgo Greeks green hair Hampstead hand happy HARRY BROWN hast head heap heart heaven Hector Hymen ring ILIAD John Tomkins kiss Let the air lips locks look lovelier Lycidas MOSCHUS mother mountains mouth Muses of Sicily nature night Nymphs o'er Patroclus Pholoe pipe play pleasure poet poetical poetry Prax Praxinoe Priam raise the dirge round shade Shakspeare shew sing sleep smile snow song spirit spring stir sweet taste thee Theocritus there's thick thine things thou newly married town trees turn Twas twixt Venus verse VINCENT NOVELLO voice weep woods wretched young
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Pagina cxxxii - That roamed through the young earth, the glory extreme Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam, The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands. Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong, As of a world left empty of its throng, And the void weighs on us; and then we wake...
Pagina 39 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Pagina cxvii - GREEN little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June; Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Pagina cvii - I can't see the snow.covered streets Without thinking of you and your visiting feats, When you call to remembrance how you and one more, When I wanted it most, used to knock at my door ; For, when the sad winds told us rain would come down, Or snow upon snow fairly clogged up the town, And dun, yellow fogs brooded over its white, So that scarcely a being was seen towards night, Then — then said the lady yclept near and dear : " Now, mind what I tell you — the Lambs will be here.
Pagina cxvii - With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass; Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, One to the fields, the other to the hearth, Both have your sunshine; both though small are strong At your clear hearts; and both were sent on earth To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song: In doors and out, summer and winter, Mirth.
Pagina cxxx - With their heaped locks, or his own Delphic wreath. There seems a love in hair, though it be dead. It is the gentlest, yet the strongest thread Of our frail plant, - a blossom from the tree Surviving the proud trunk; - as if it said, Patience and Gentleness is Power. In me Behold affectionate eternity.
Pagina cxxx - :— " It lies before me there, and my own breath Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside The living head I stood in honoured pride, Talking of lovely things that conquer death. Perhaps he pressed it once, or underneath Ran his fine fingers, when he leant, blank-eyed, And saw in fancy Adam and his bride With their rich locks, or his own Delphic wreath.
Pagina lii - Or else you're off at play, John, Just as you'd be all day, John, With hat or not as happens; And there you dance, and clap hands, Or on the grass go rolling, Or plucking...
Pagina cxxiv - tis a poet's too. How pleasant the leaves feel ! and how they spread With their broad angles, like a nodding shed Over both eyes ! and how complete and new, As on my hand I lean, to feel them strew My sense with freshness, — Fancy's rustling bed ! Tress-tossing girls, with smell of flowers and grapes Come dancing by, and downward piping cheeks...
Pagina xlvii - Sorrows I've had, severe ones, I will not think of now; And calmly, midst my dear ones. Have wasted with dry brow; But when thy fingers press And pat my stooping head, I cannot bear the gentleness, The tears are in their bed. Ah, first-born of thy mother, When life and hope were new, Kind playmate of thy brother, Thy sister, father too; My light, where'er I go, My bird, when prison-bound. My hand in hand companion, - no, My prayers shall hold thee round. To say 'He has departed...