The Shadow of the Obelisk and Other PoemsHatchards, 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 dark dead dear death divine dream dwell earth England fair fanes fell flower fragrant gave Genoese gentle gloom gone gray grow GUY FAWKES hand HATCHARDS 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 rain repose rhyme rills river ROBERT BURNS Rome round sacred shadow shining 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 walk wandering whip-poor-will Willey House WILLIAM PARSONS wing withering woods
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Page 87 - 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 23 - Nicolson came into my room, and told me that his master had awoke in a state of composure and consciousness, and wished to see me immediately. I found him entirely himself, though in the last extreme of feebleness. His eye was clear and calm — every trace of the wild fire of delirium extinguished. "Lockhart," he said, "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.
Page 47 - Perpetual care and scorn, abide ; Small friendship for the lordly throng ; Distrust of all the world beside. Faithful if this wan image be, No dream his life was, — but a fight ; Could any Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite ? To...
Page 24 - 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 103 - 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 64 - September strews the woodland o'er With many a brilliant color ; The world is brighter than before — Why should our hearts be duller? Sorrow and the scarlet leaf, Sad thoughts and sunny weather ; Ah, me ! this glory and this grief Agree not well together.
Page 24 - 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 13 - Said Willey,—' if this deluge last.' For all these cliffs that stand sublime Around, like solemn priests appeared, Gray druids of the olden time, Each with his white and streaming beard. Till in one sheet of seething foam The mingling torrents joined their might ; But in the Willeys...
Page 103 - 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 To dwell with them and walk with them anew...