The shadow of the obelisk, and other poems, Issue 401Hatchards, 1872 - 115 pages |
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amid Arno's vale art thou beauty bee will dine bird blessed blest blossoms breath brother Cæsar DANIEL WEBSTER Dante dark dead dear death divine dream dwell earth England fair fanes fell flower fragrant gave Genoese gentle gloom gray grow GUY FAWKES hand hear heard heart heaven isle Jove king kiss lady lamb hath lain light lips look MAGNOLIA Mahommedans memory MISTLETOE morn mountain muse never night numbers o'er OBELISK Parsees Peace pearls perchance perfume Pisa poet prayed prayer proud rain repose rhyme rills river ROBERT BURNS Rome round ruin sacred shade shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sits smile song SORRENTO soul star storm strange Sudbury Summer sunny sunshine sweet Thebes thee thine things thou thought throng Tiber tread vale Venice vobis wakes wandering whip-poor-will Willey House wing withering woods
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Page 95 - DIRGE FOR ONE WHO FELL IN BATTLE ROOM for a Soldier ! lay him in the clover ; He loved the fields, and they shall be his cover ; Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover : Where the rain may rain upon it, Where the sun may shine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain upon it, And the bee will dine upon it.
Page 55 - Cumas's cavern close, The cheeks with fast and sorrow thin, The rigid front, almost morose, But for the patient hope within, Declare a life whose course hath been Unsullied still, though still severe, Which, through the wavering days of sin, Kept itself icy-chaste and clear. Not wholly such his haggard look When wandering once, forlorn, he strayed...
Page 55 - ON A BUST OF DANTE. SEE, from this counterfeit of him Whom Arno shall remember long, How stern of lineament, how grim The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn abide ; Small friendship for the lordly throng; Distrust of all the world beside. Faithful if this wan...
Page 32 - I may have but a minute to speak to you. My, dear, be a good man — be virtuous — be religious — be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.' — He paused, and I said — ' Shall I send for Sophia and Anne?' — 'No,' said he, 'don't disturb them.
Page 73 - This pomp, that Autumn beareth, A funeral seems, where every guest A bridal garment weareth. Each one of us, perchance, may here, On some blue morn hereafter, Return to view the gaudy year, But not with boyish laughter. We shall then be wrinkled men, Our brows with silver laden, And thou this glen mayst seek again, But nevermore a maiden ! OCTOBER.
Page 32 - About half-past one pm on the 21st of September, Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day — so warm, that every window was wide open — and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Page 71 - Voluptuous coast ! no wonder that the proud Imperial Roman found in yonder isle Some sunshine still to gild Fate's gathering cloud, And lull the storm of conscience for a while. What new Tiberius, tired of lust and life, May rest him here to give the world a truce, — A little...
Page 111 - By acts or pleasures,— doing petty things Of work or warfare, merchandise or rhyme; But we shall sit beside the silver springs That flow from God's own footstool, and behold Sages and martyrs, and those blessed few Who loved us once and were beloved of old.
Page 54 - Some their cold lips disdainful curled ; Yet the sweet lays would many learn ; But he went singing through the world, In most melodious unconcern. For flowers will grow, and showers will fall, And clouds will travel o'er the sky ; And the great God, who cares for all, He will not let his darlings die.
Page 94 - He loved the fields, and they shall be his cover; Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover: Where the rain may rain upon it, Where the sun may shine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain upon it, And the bee will dine upon it. Bear him to no dismal tomb under city churches; Take him to the fragrant fields, by the silver birches, Where the whippoorwill shall mourn, where the oriole perches: • Make his mound with sunshine on it, Where the bee will dine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain...