Poems, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... wild ! Still they looked at me and smiled , As if I were a boy ; And ever whispered , mild and low , " Come , be a child once more ! " And waved their long arms to and fro , And beckoned solemnly and slow ; O , I could not choose but go ...
... wild ! Still they looked at me and smiled , As if I were a boy ; And ever whispered , mild and low , " Come , be a child once more ! " And waved their long arms to and fro , And beckoned solemnly and slow ; O , I could not choose but go ...
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... Stay , O stay ! Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered PRELUDE . xiii.
... Stay , O stay ! Ye were so sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered PRELUDE . xiii.
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... stands in the foul weather , The foolish , fond Old Year , Crowned with wild flowers and with heather , Like weak , despised Lear , A king , a king ! Then comes the summer - like day , Bids the MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . 27 .
... stands in the foul weather , The foolish , fond Old Year , Crowned with wild flowers and with heather , Like weak , despised Lear , A king , a king ! Then comes the summer - like day , Bids the MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . 27 .
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... wild cherry and red cedar feeds , A winter bird , comes with its plaintive whistle , And pecks by the witch - hazel , whilst aloud From cottage roofs the warbling blue - bird sings , And merrily , with oft - repeated stroke , Sounds ...
... wild cherry and red cedar feeds , A winter bird , comes with its plaintive whistle , And pecks by the witch - hazel , whilst aloud From cottage roofs the warbling blue - bird sings , And merrily , with oft - repeated stroke , Sounds ...
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... the day . But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse accord , Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud . Chill airs and wintry winds ! my ear Has grown 40 EARLIER POEMS .
... the day . But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse accord , Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud . Chill airs and wintry winds ! my ear Has grown 40 EARLIER POEMS .
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Alcalá angel ANGELICA art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha Calés child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleams gold golden grave hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land leaves Life's light lips look Luck of Edenhall Madrid maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pentecost poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA red planet Mars ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound Spain speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind woods
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Page 7 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Page 185 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Page 271 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Page 10 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 143 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Page 187 - ... seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?
Page 247 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown,. Responds unto his own.
Page 181 - Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane Bore I the maiden. " Three weeks we westward bore. And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which to this very hour Stands looking seaward.
Page 180 - When the wind failed us ; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. " And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
Page 132 - I KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care ! She can both false and friendly be, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee ! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care ! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee...