PoemsJohn Owen, 1844 - 279 Seiten |
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... blood More trembly secret than Aurora's tear Shed in the bosom of an eglatere ? IX . Full many a sweet forewarning hath the mind , Full many a whispering of vague desire , Ere comes the nature destined to unbind Its virgin zone , and ...
... blood More trembly secret than Aurora's tear Shed in the bosom of an eglatere ? IX . Full many a sweet forewarning hath the mind , Full many a whispering of vague desire , Ere comes the nature destined to unbind Its virgin zone , and ...
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... blood , What need to tell ? Fit language there is none For the heart's deepest things . Who ever wooed As in his boyish hope he would have done ? For , when the soul is fullest , the hushed tongue Voicelessly trembles like a lute ...
... blood , What need to tell ? Fit language there is none For the heart's deepest things . Who ever wooed As in his boyish hope he would have done ? For , when the soul is fullest , the hushed tongue Voicelessly trembles like a lute ...
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... of the self - same blood , And He can see that always at the door Of foulest hearts the angel - nature yet Knocks to return and cancel all its debt . IV . It ever is weak falsehood's destiny That her 32 A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 222.
... of the self - same blood , And He can see that always at the door Of foulest hearts the angel - nature yet Knocks to return and cancel all its debt . IV . It ever is weak falsehood's destiny That her 32 A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 222.
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... blood nurses thine : Yet not those only ; love hath triumphed so , As for thy sake makes sorrow more divine : And yet , though thou be pure , the world is foe To purity , if born in such a shrine ; And , having trampled it for ...
... blood nurses thine : Yet not those only ; love hath triumphed so , As for thy sake makes sorrow more divine : And yet , though thou be pure , the world is foe To purity , if born in such a shrine ; And , having trampled it for ...
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... blood doth curdle up and press About her heart , which seemed to shut its eyes And hush itself , as who with shuddering guess Harks through the gloom and dreads e'en now to feel Through his hot breast the icy slide of steel . XXIII ...
... blood doth curdle up and press About her heart , which seemed to shut its eyes And hush itself , as who with shuddering guess Harks through the gloom and dreads e'en now to feel Through his hot breast the icy slide of steel . XXIII ...
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angel heart beauty bless bliss blue blue heaven breast broken flower burst calm Caucasus clear dark death deep doom doth dread dreams earth eternal evermore face faith fear feel flowers freedom glad golden grew grows hand happy hath hear heaven hold in fee holy hope JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL KING ADMETUS leap light live lonely look love's man's son inherit Margaret memory mighty mighty heart moon Mordred murmur nature neath never night o'er pale peace pine poet poet's poor poor man's son Rhocus Rosaline round scorn seemed serene shadow shalt shut silence sing smile song sorrow soul soul's starry stars sunshine sweet thee thine eyes things thou art Thou hast thought throne thunder thy heart Thy spirit toil trembling true truth tyrants voice void of silence wander weary wigwam wild wind wings youth
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Seite 210 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Seite 199 - O poor man's son ! scorn not thy state ; There is worse weariness than thine, In merely being rich and great ; Toil only gives the soul to shine, And makes rest fragrant and benign ; A heritage, it seems to me, Worth being poor to hold in fee. Both, heirs to some six feet of sod, Are equal in the earth at last ; Both, children of the same dear God, Prove title to your heirship vast By record of a well-filled past ; A heritage, it seems to me, Well worth a life to hold in fee. THE ROSE : A BALLAD...
Seite 106 - ... flower. It seemed the loveliness of things Did teach him all their use, For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs, He found a healing power profuse. Men granted that his speech was wise, But, when a glance they caught Of his slim grace and woman's eyes, They laughed, and called him good-fornaught. Yet after he was dead and gone, And e'en his memory dim, Earth seemed more sweet to live upon, More full of love, because of him. And day by day more holy grew Each spot where he had trod, Till after-poets...
Seite 116 - The slothful down of pampered ignorance, Found in it even a moment's fitful rest. There is an instinct in the human heart Which makes that all the fables it hath coined, To justify the reign of its belief And strengthen it by beauty's right divine, Veil in their inner cells a mystic gift, Which, like the hazel twig, in faithful hands, Points surely to the hidden springs of truth.
Seite 197 - A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee. The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break, the factory burn, A breath may burst his bubble shares, And soft, white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn ; A heritage, it seems to me...
Seite 205 - No power can die that ever wrought for Truth; Thereby a law of Nature it became, And lives unwithered in its blithesome youth, When he who called it forth is but a name.
Seite 109 - AN INCIDENT IN A RAILROAD CAR HE spoke of Burns : men rude and rough Pressed round to hear the praise of one Whose heart was made of manly, simple stuff, As homespun as their own.
Seite 105 - Men called him but a shiftless youth, In whom no good they saw ; And yet, unwittingly, in truth, They made his careless words their law. They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower.
Seite 119 - Rhcecus had a faithful heart enough, But one that in the present dwelt too much, And, taking with blithe welcome whatsoe'er Chance gave of joy, was wholly bound in that. Like the contented peasant of a vale, Deemed it the world, and never looked beyond. So, haply meeting in the afternoon Some comrades who were playing at the dice, He joined them and forgot all else beside.
Seite 259 - ... threshold; wide The din of battle and of slaughter rose; He saw God stand upon the weaker side, That sank in seeming loss before its foes: Many there were who made great haste and sold Unto the cunning enemy their swords, He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold, And, underneath their soft and flowery words, Heard the cold serpent hiss ; therefore he went And humbly joined him to the weaker part, Fanatic named, and fool, yet well content So he could be the nearer to God's heart, And...