Poems, illustr. by B. Foster1872 |
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Page 89
... Saying , Time shall be final of all things , Whose late , last voice must elegise the whole , ' — O then I clap aloft my brave broad wings , And make the wide air tremble while it rings ! 99 N Then next a fair Eve - Fay made meek ...
... Saying , Time shall be final of all things , Whose late , last voice must elegise the whole , ' — O then I clap aloft my brave broad wings , And make the wide air tremble while it rings ! 99 N Then next a fair Eve - Fay made meek ...
Page 91
... Saying , " Ye foolish imps , when am I stuck With gaudy buds , or like a wooer crown'd With flow'ry chaplets , save when they are found Wither'd ? -Whenever have I pluck'd a rose , Except to scatter its vain leaves around ? For so all ...
... Saying , " Ye foolish imps , when am I stuck With gaudy buds , or like a wooer crown'd With flow'ry chaplets , save when they are found Wither'd ? -Whenever have I pluck'd a rose , Except to scatter its vain leaves around ? For so all ...
Page 93
... Saying , ' We shall not die nor disappear , But , in these other selves , ourselves succeed , Ev'n as ripe flow'rs pass into their seed Only to be renew'd from prime to prime , ' All of which boastings I am force to read , Besides a ...
... Saying , ' We shall not die nor disappear , But , in these other selves , ourselves succeed , Ev'n as ripe flow'rs pass into their seed Only to be renew'd from prime to prime , ' All of which boastings I am force to read , Besides a ...
Page 104
... Saying , ' Poor slave , how long wilt thou remain Life's sad weak captive in a prison strong , Hoping with tears to rust away thy chain , In bitter servitude to worldly wrong ? - Thou wear'st that mortal livery too long ! ' " This ...
... Saying , ' Poor slave , how long wilt thou remain Life's sad weak captive in a prison strong , Hoping with tears to rust away thy chain , In bitter servitude to worldly wrong ? - Thou wear'st that mortal livery too long ! ' " This ...
Page 117
... Saying , " Thou seest a wretched queen before thee , The fading power of a failing land , Who for a kingdom kneeleth to implore thee , Now menaced by this tyrant's spoiling hand ; No one but thee can hopefully withstand That crooked ...
... Saying , " Thou seest a wretched queen before thee , The fading power of a failing land , Who for a kingdom kneeleth to implore thee , Now menaced by this tyrant's spoiling hand ; No one but thee can hopefully withstand That crooked ...
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AMEN CORNER banish'd billows bird BIRKET FOSTER bloody bough breath brow burning cheek cloth elegant cloud Coblenz cold crooked dappled dark dead death deep DOVER STREET dream dreary elfin elves Engravings Eugene Aram eyes fair fairy fear flow'rs forest gaze gloom green grief GUSTAVE DORÉ half calf hand hast hath heart HERO AND Leander hollow horrid hung Illustrated by GUSTAVE JOHN KEATS Leander leaves light lips lofty Elms abound lonely looks Love's Margate beach Meanwhile melancholy morocco mortal MOXON mystery the spirit Naiad night o'er pale pity place is Haunted plain as whisper POETICAL poison'd Price 18s quoth Robin Goodfellow round Saturn seem'd sense of mystery senseless thing shade shadow shrill sighs sleep small folio solemn sound soon soul spirit daunted stept stood sudden fear sweet tears thee THOMAS HOOD thou thought Tree wave weep Wherefore Whilst wing wretch
Popular passages
Page 1 - TWAS in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool. Away they sped with gamesome minds, And souls untouched by sin; To a level mead they came, and there They drave the wickets in : Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, — Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only boyhood can...
Page 3 - The Usher took six hasty strides, As smit with sudden pain, — Six hasty strides beyond the place, Then slowly back again ; And down he sat beside the lad, And talked with him of Cain ; And, long since then, of bloody men, Whose deeds tradition saves ; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves ; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves ; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod, — Aye, how the ghostly hand will point To show the burial clod...
Page 48 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Page 37 - A spade ! a rake ! a hoe ! A pickaxe, or a bill! A hook to reap, or a scythe to mow, A flail, or what ye will...
Page 8 - With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran ; — There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began : In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murder'd man I " And all that day I read in school, But my thought was other-where.
Page 47 - All ruined, desolate, forlorn, and savage : No hand or foot within the precinct came To rectify or ravage. For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted 1 PART II.
Page 41 - SOME dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural, and full of contradictions ; Yet others of our most romantic schemes Are something more than fictions. It might be only on enchanted ground ; It might be merely by a thought's expansion ; But in the spirit, or the flesh, I found An old deserted Mansion.
Page 45 - The coot was swimming in the reedy pond, Beside the waterhen, so soon affrighted ; And in the weedy moat the heron, fond Of solitude, alighted. ' The moping heron, motionless and stiff, That on a stone, as silently and stilly Stood, an apparent sentinel, as if To guard the water lily.
Page 9 - Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep: Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep. "So wills the fierce avenging Sprite, Till blood for blood atones! Ay, though he's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted off his flesh,— The world shall see his bones!
Page 28 - The Aspens — one and all, With solemn groan And hollow moan Lament a comrade's fall ! A goodly Elm, of noble girth, That, thrice the human span — While on their variegated course The constant Seasons ran — Through gale, and hail, and fiery bolt, Had stood erect as Man.