Poems: Vol. I.F. E. Bingley, 1833 - 157 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 18
... the air Are hush'd in peace ; the soft dew silent weeps , Like hopeless lovers for a maid so fair- Oh ! that I were the happy dream that creeps To her soft heart , to find my image there . SONNET XIX . THE FIRST BIRTH DAY . THE Sun. 18 ...
... the air Are hush'd in peace ; the soft dew silent weeps , Like hopeless lovers for a maid so fair- Oh ! that I were the happy dream that creeps To her soft heart , to find my image there . SONNET XIX . THE FIRST BIRTH DAY . THE Sun. 18 ...
Σελίδα 34
... maid , had I not heard thy baby cries , Nor seen thy girlish , sweet vicissitude , Thy mazy motions , striving to elude , Yet wooing still a parent's watchful eyes , Thy humours , many as the opal's dies , And lovely all ; -methinks thy ...
... maid , had I not heard thy baby cries , Nor seen thy girlish , sweet vicissitude , Thy mazy motions , striving to elude , Yet wooing still a parent's watchful eyes , Thy humours , many as the opal's dies , And lovely all ; -methinks thy ...
Σελίδα 41
... maids , Yet no one claim'd — as oft , in dewy glades The peering primrose , like a sudden gladness , Gleams on the soul - yet unregarded fades— The joy is ours , but all its own the sadness . ' Tis vain to say - her worst of grief is ...
... maids , Yet no one claim'd — as oft , in dewy glades The peering primrose , like a sudden gladness , Gleams on the soul - yet unregarded fades— The joy is ours , but all its own the sadness . ' Tis vain to say - her worst of grief is ...
Σελίδα 52
... be mine ; Such debt the earthly heart incurs That pants for the divine . But better ' tis to love , I ween , And die of slow despair , Than die , and never to have seen A maid so lovely fair . SONG . ' Tis sweet to hear the merry lark 52.
... be mine ; Such debt the earthly heart incurs That pants for the divine . But better ' tis to love , I ween , And die of slow despair , Than die , and never to have seen A maid so lovely fair . SONG . ' Tis sweet to hear the merry lark 52.
Σελίδα 62
... maid , supplying so a place Which Nature had left void . An only child Of a proud mother and a high - born sire , Full soon he learn'd to mount a palfrey small , Of that dwarf race that prance unclaim'd and free O'er the bleak pastures ...
... maid , supplying so a place Which Nature had left void . An only child Of a proud mother and a high - born sire , Full soon he learn'd to mount a palfrey small , Of that dwarf race that prance unclaim'd and free O'er the bleak pastures ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
babe beauty beneath birds blessing bliss bower breeze bright calm child dark day-dawn dear despair doom'd dream e'en e'er earth eyes fain fair Fairy faith fancies fate father fear feel flower gleams grave grey grief happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE HARVARD COLLEGE hath heard heart heaven holy hope hope and fear human Leonard live lonely maid merry mirth mortal mother Mother's smile mourn murmur nature Nature's Nautilus ne'er never New-Year's day nought o'er passion peace Poet poor pride pure quit-rent rill S. T. COLERIDGE scorn Shakspeare shew shining sigh silent sing sire sleep smooth soft song SONNET Sonnet 19 Sonnet 20 sorrow soul spirit Susan sweet thee thine thou art thought Trophonius truth twas Vale of Tempe verse virgin voice wave ween weep Whate'er wild wind worldly young Passion youth
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Σελίδα 149 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Σελίδα 155 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Σελίδα 149 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Σελίδα 145 - mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe ! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in Himself.
Σελίδα 147 - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the waves beneath him shining...
Σελίδα 3 - Brightened the tresses that old Poets praise; Where Petrarch's patient love, and artful lays, And Ariosto's song of many themes, Moved the soft air. But I, a lazy brook, As close pent up within my native dell, Have crept along from nook to shady nook, Where flowrets blow, and whispering Naiads dwell Yet now we meet, that parted were so wide, O'er rough and smooth to travel side by side.
Σελίδα 146 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Σελίδα 16 - The mellow year is hasting to its close; The little birds have almost sung their last, Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast— That shrill-piped harbinger of early snows: The patient beauty of the scentless rose, Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly...
Σελίδα 1 - That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert to me; That man is more than half of nature's treasure. Of that fair Beauty which no eye can see, Of that sweet music which no ear can measure; And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.
Σελίδα 147 - ... mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not.