Poems, illustr. by B. Foster1872 |
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... green . " Page 71 THE ROMANCE OF COLOgne . " " Tis even on the pleasant banks of Rhine . " Page 73 " " Tis midnight - and the moonbeam , cold and wan , On bower and river quietly is sleeping . " Page 74 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES ...
... green . " Page 71 THE ROMANCE OF COLOgne . " " Tis even on the pleasant banks of Rhine . " Page 73 " " Tis midnight - and the moonbeam , cold and wan , On bower and river quietly is sleeping . " Page 74 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES ...
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... one who walks afraid , I wander'd down the dappled path Of mingled light and shade- How sweetly gleam'd that arch of blue Beyond the green arcade ! How cheerly shone the glimpse of Heav'n Beyond that verdant 20 THE ELM TREE .
... one who walks afraid , I wander'd down the dappled path Of mingled light and shade- How sweetly gleam'd that arch of blue Beyond the green arcade ! How cheerly shone the glimpse of Heav'n Beyond that verdant 20 THE ELM TREE .
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... gem . One mystic Tree alone there is , Of sad and solemn sound- That sometimes murmurs overhead , And sometimes underground- In all that shady Avenue , Where lofty Elms abound . PART II . THE Scene is changed ! No green 22 THE ELM TREE .
... gem . One mystic Tree alone there is , Of sad and solemn sound- That sometimes murmurs overhead , And sometimes underground- In all that shady Avenue , Where lofty Elms abound . PART II . THE Scene is changed ! No green 22 THE ELM TREE .
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Thomas Hood. PART II . THE Scene is changed ! No green Arcade , No Trees all ranged a - row— But scatter'd like a beaten host , Dispersing to and fro ; With here and there a sylvan corse , That fell before the foe . The Foe that down in ...
Thomas Hood. PART II . THE Scene is changed ! No green Arcade , No Trees all ranged a - row— But scatter'd like a beaten host , Dispersing to and fro ; With here and there a sylvan corse , That fell before the foe . The Foe that down in ...
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... breathing trunks That throb with living blood ! No forest Monarch yearly clad In mantle green or brown ; That unrecorded lives , and falls By hand of rustic clown- But Kings who don the purple robe , And wear 32 THE ELM TREE .
... breathing trunks That throb with living blood ! No forest Monarch yearly clad In mantle green or brown ; That unrecorded lives , and falls By hand of rustic clown- But Kings who don the purple robe , And wear 32 THE ELM TREE .
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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.