PoemsE. Moxon, 1857 - 388 pages |
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... voice - the awful voice Of the blood - avenging sprite : - " Thou guilty man ! take up thy dead And hide it from my sight ! ' " I took the dreary body up , And cast it in a stream , - A sluggish water , black as ink , The depth was so ...
... voice - the awful voice Of the blood - avenging sprite : - " Thou guilty man ! take up thy dead And hide it from my sight ! ' " I took the dreary body up , And cast it in a stream , - A sluggish water , black as ink , The depth was so ...
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... voice As in the classic prime- To make the forest voluble , As in the olden time ? The olden time is dead and gone ; Its years have fill'd their sum- And e'en in Greece - her native Greece- The Sylvan Nymph is dumb- From ash , and beech ...
... voice As in the classic prime- To make the forest voluble , As in the olden time ? The olden time is dead and gone ; Its years have fill'd their sum- And e'en in Greece - her native Greece- The Sylvan Nymph is dumb- From ash , and beech ...
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... voice from him ! Some whisper from that horrid mouth Of strange , unearthly tone ; Or wild infernal laugh , to chill One's marrow in the bone . But no - it grins like rigid Death , And silent as a stone ! As silent as its fellows be ...
... voice from him ! Some whisper from that horrid mouth Of strange , unearthly tone ; Or wild infernal laugh , to chill One's marrow in the bone . But no - it grins like rigid Death , And silent as a stone ! As silent as its fellows be ...
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... leafy noise , nor inward voice , No sad and solemn sound , That sometimes murmurs overhead , And sometimes underground ; As in that shady Avenue , Where lofty Elms abound ! PART III . THE deed is done : the Tree 20 THE ELM TREE .
... leafy noise , nor inward voice , No sad and solemn sound , That sometimes murmurs overhead , And sometimes underground ; As in that shady Avenue , Where lofty Elms abound ! PART III . THE deed is done : the Tree 20 THE ELM TREE .
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... voice of dolorous pitch She sang the " Song of the Shirt ! " " Work ! work ! work ! While the cock is crowing aloof ! And work — work — work , Till the stars shine through the roof ! It's Oh ! to be a slave Along with the barbarous Turk ...
... voice of dolorous pitch She sang the " Song of the Shirt ! " " Work ! work ! work ! While the cock is crowing aloof ! And work — work — work , Till the stars shine through the roof ! It's Oh ! to be a slave Along with the barbarous Turk ...
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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...