PoemsE. Moxon, 1857 - 388 pages |
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... Beneath the curse of Cain , - With crimson clouds before their eyes , And flames about their brain : For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain ! " And well , " quoth he , " I know , for truth , Their pangs must be ...
... Beneath the curse of Cain , - With crimson clouds before their eyes , And flames about their brain : For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain ! " And well , " quoth he , " I know , for truth , Their pangs must be ...
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... beneath the dewy grass The dead began to groan . No breeze there was to stir the leaves ; No bolts that tempests launch , To rend the trunk or rugged bark ; No gale to bend the branch ; No quake of earth to heave the roots , That stood ...
... beneath the dewy grass The dead began to groan . No breeze there was to stir the leaves ; No bolts that tempests launch , To rend the trunk or rugged bark ; No gale to bend the branch ; No quake of earth to heave the roots , That stood ...
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... beneath , No whisper came to me- Except the solemn sound and sad From that MYSTERIOUS TREE ! A hollow , hollow ... Beneath their boughs ; Or blood obscurely spilt ; Or of that near - hand Mansion House A Royal Tudor built . Perchance ...
... beneath , No whisper came to me- Except the solemn sound and sad From that MYSTERIOUS TREE ! A hollow , hollow ... Beneath their boughs ; Or blood obscurely spilt ; Or of that near - hand Mansion House A Royal Tudor built . Perchance ...
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Thomas Hood. Perchance , of booty won or shared Beneath the starry cope— Or where the suicidal wretch Hung up the fatal rope ; Or Beauty kept an evil tryste , Insnared by Love and Hope . Of graves , perchance , untimely scoop'd At ...
Thomas Hood. Perchance , of booty won or shared Beneath the starry cope— Or where the suicidal wretch Hung up the fatal rope ; Or Beauty kept an evil tryste , Insnared by Love and Hope . Of graves , perchance , untimely scoop'd At ...
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... Beneath her speckled breast . The Woodman's heart is in his work , His axe is sharp and good : With sturdy arm and steady aim He smites the gaping wood ; From distant rocks His lusty knocks Re - echo many a rood . His axe is keen , his ...
... Beneath her speckled breast . The Woodman's heart is in his work , His axe is sharp and good : With sturdy arm and steady aim He smites the gaping wood ; From distant rocks His lusty knocks Re - echo many a rood . His axe is keen , his ...
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ALEXANDER DYCE beauty beneath bird blood bloom bough breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB cheeks cloth cloud cold dance dark dead dear Death deep double dream earth EDWARD MOXON elves eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers foolscap 8vo gaze gentle gloom gold Gold Sticks Golden Ass Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER hollow human hung leaves light limbs lips living look'd looks Love's LYCUS Miss Kilmansegg moon morn mortal Naiad never night o'er Otto of Roses pale pearls pity POEMS poor raining music rich roll'd rose Rotterdam round Saturn seem'd shade shadows shine sighs silent sing skies sleep smiles solemn song sorrow soul spirit stamp'd sweet tears thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thrush Titania tree turn'd Twas wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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Page 45 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 42 - Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses, Where was her home ? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother?
Page 47 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Page 41 - One more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! 'Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! "Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. "Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her,— All that remains...
Page 32 - 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 xiii - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime; With one besetting horrid hint That racked me all the time — A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime — "One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave! Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave — Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave!
Page 177 - Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould ; Price of many a crime untold ; Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold...
Page 31 - 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 I PART II.
Page xiii - His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease: So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees.
Page 386 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...