Lyrics of the XIXth centuryWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... bower , Shall feel an overseeing power , To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 9 ...
... bower , Shall feel an overseeing power , To kindle or restrain . She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm , And hers WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 9 ...
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... bower : Mere Mortals , bodied forth in vision , still Shall with Mount Ida's triple lustre fill The chaster coverts of a British hill . Appear ! obey my lyre's command ! Come , like the Graces , hand in hand ! For ye , though not by ...
... bower : Mere Mortals , bodied forth in vision , still Shall with Mount Ida's triple lustre fill The chaster coverts of a British hill . Appear ! obey my lyre's command ! Come , like the Graces , hand in hand ! For ye , though not by ...
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... bowers in which thy fortune may be tried , And one of the Bright Three become thy happy Bride . NATURAL PIETY . My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began , So is it now I am a man , So be it ...
... bowers in which thy fortune may be tried , And one of the Bright Three become thy happy Bride . NATURAL PIETY . My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began , So is it now I am a man , So be it ...
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... bower and ha ' ; The lady was not seen : She's o'er the Border , and awa ' Wi ' Jock o ' Hazeldean . LIGHT LOVE . A weary lot is thine , fair Maid ! A weary lot is thine : To pull the thorn thy brow to braid , And press the rue for wine ...
... bower and ha ' ; The lady was not seen : She's o'er the Border , and awa ' Wi ' Jock o ' Hazeldean . LIGHT LOVE . A weary lot is thine , fair Maid ! A weary lot is thine : To pull the thorn thy brow to braid , And press the rue for wine ...
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... bowers ? No ! in ourselves their souls exist , A part of ours . A kiss can consecrate the ground Where mated hearts are mutual bound : The spot where love's first links were wound , That ne'er are riven , Is hallow'd down to earth's ...
... bowers ? No ! in ourselves their souls exist , A part of ours . A kiss can consecrate the ground Where mated hearts are mutual bound : The spot where love's first links were wound , That ne'er are riven , Is hallow'd down to earth's ...
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Seite 9 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Seite 170 - What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells How it dwells On the Future ; how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Seite 169 - HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Seite 99 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above.
Seite 99 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Seite 173 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil : Still as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Seite 85 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Seite 90 - And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Seite 100 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, 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'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Seite 77 - Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?