Poetical Works, Volume 2

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Smith, Elder & Company, 1871

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Page 151 - And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
Page 149 - ... falling so ? The old man may weep for his to-morrow Which is lost in Long Ago. The old tree is leafless in the forest, The old year is ending in the frost, The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest, The old hope is hardest to be lost.
Page 152 - Let them touch each other's hands, in a fresh wreathing Of their tender human youth; Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions or reveals; Let them prove their living souls against the notion That they live in you, or under you, O wheels!
Page 150 - We looked into the pit prepared to take her: Was no room for any work in the close clay! From the sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her, Crying, 'Get up, little Alice ! it is day.
Page 83 - Mid the beeches of a meadow, By a stream-side on the grass, And the trees are showering down Doubles of their leaves in shadow On her shining hair and face. She has thrown her bonnet by, And her feet she has been dipping In the shallow water's flow : Now she holds them nakedly In her hands all sleek and dripping While she rocketh to and fro.
Page 98 - And, dear Bertha, let me keep On my hand this little ring, Which at nights, when others sleep, I can still see glittering. Let me wear it out of sight, In the grave,— where it will light All the Dark up, day and night.
Page 238 - Other dogs in thymy dew Tracked the hares and followed through Sunny moor or meadow ; This dog only, crept and crept Next a languid cheek that slept, Sharing in the shadow.
Page 86 - And the first time, I will send A white rosebud for a guerdon, And the second time, a glove ; But the third time — I may bend From my pride, and answer — 'Pardon, If he comes to take my love.
Page 154 - And well may the children weep before you ! They are weary ere they run ; They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun. They know the grief of man, without...
Page 237 - Leap ! thy broad tail waves a light ; Leap ! thy slender feet are bright, Canopied in fringes. Leap — those tasselled ears of thine Flicker strangely, fair and fine, Down their golden inches.

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