Legends, Lyrics, and Other PoemsW. Blackwood, 1843 - 276 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 215 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Σελίδα 175 - The jagged cliffs of a grey barren Isle. Hark ! o'er the waves distinctly swell Twelve slow vibrations of a bell ! And out upon the silent ear At once ring bold and sharply clear, With shock more startling than if thunder Had split the slumbering earth asunder, The iron sounds of crow and bar ; Ye scarce may know from whence they come, Whether from Island or from Star, Both lie so hush'd and dumb ! On, swift and deep, those echoes sweep, Shaking long-buried Kings from sleep — Up, up ! ye...
Σελίδα 273 - Some of the epitaphs at Ferrara pleased me more than the more splendid monuments of Bologna ; for instance : — " Martini Luigi Implora pace." " Lucrezia Picini Implora eterna quiete." Can any thing be more full of pathos ? Those few words say all that can be said or sought: the dead had had enough of life ; all they wanted was rest, and this they "implore" There is all the helplessness, and humble hope, and deathlike prayer, that can arise from the grave — " implora pace" I hope, whoever may...
Σελίδα 139 - Ghazi-Sultaun ! when Pera's sweet shore In the blue of Propontis is rosy no more — When Olympus no longer on Thrace looks abroad, And the name of the Frank shall not signify fraud, Then the slaves shall be worthy the war-vest, and then, When thy spirit imparts To their recreant hearts Its grandeur, thy horse-tails may flap over men.
Σελίδα 27 - E'en her young heart's instinctive want To be beloved and loving, Inexorably vigilant, She checked with cold reproving. For still she saw, should tempests frown, That treacherous anchor sever, And Hope's whole priceless freight go down A shipwrecked thing for ever. So pined that gracious form away, Her bliss-fraught life untasted ; A breeze-harp whose divinest voice On lonely winds is wasted. And such the tale to me conveyed In laughing tones or lowly, As still that rosy crowd was swayed By mirth...
Σελίδα 147 - Yes, Sire,' and withdrew. He then took out a pocket-glass and applied it to his eye, looking eagerly at the land. In this position he remained from five in the morning to nearly midday, without paying any attention to what was passing around him, or speaking to one of his suite, which had been standing behind him for several hours. No wonder he thus gazed ; it was the last look of the land of his glory, and I am convinced he felt it as such. What must have been his feelings in these few hours !...
Σελίδα 208 - And the moonlight grows mellow on lonely Cloughlea ; And the laugh of the young, as they loiter about Through the elm-shaded alleys, rings joyously out : Happy souls ! they have yet the dark chalice to taste, And like others to wander life's desolate waste — To hold wassail with sin, or keep vigil with woe ; But the same fount of yearning, wherever they go, Welling up in their heart-depths, to turn at the last (As the stag when the barb in his bosom is fast) To their lair in the hills, on their...
Σελίδα 207 - As if years had not passed since thy greenwood I ranged— As if ONE were not fled, who imparted a soul Of divinest enchantment and grace to the whole, Whose being was bright as that fair moon above, And all deep and all pure as thy waters her love.
Σελίδα 260 - The ceilings of the dining rooms were adorned with ivory pannels, so contrived as to scatter flowers, and shower perfumes on the guests. The principal banqueting room revolved upon itself, representing the motions of the heavens ; the baths were supplied with salt water from the sea, and mineral water from the Albula (now Solfatara) near Tibur.
Σελίδα 28 - By mirth or melancholy. I've seen since then the churchyard nook, Where Judith Lee lies sleeping ; The wild ash loves it, and a brook Through emerald mosses creeping ; For that lost maiden ever there A low sweet mass is singing, While all around, like nuns at prayer, Pale water-flowers are springing.