Antediluvian Sketches: And Other Poems

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L. B. Seeley and sons, 1830 - 148 páginas
 

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Página 120 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells , And students with their pensive citadels , Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...
Página 120 - twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Página 26 - It were a wantonness, and would demand Severe reproof, if we were men whose hearts Could hold vain dalliance with the misery Even of the dead; contented thence to draw A momentary pleasure, never marked By reason, barren of all future good. But we have known that there is often found In mournful thoughts, and always might be found, A power to virtue friendly ; were 't not so, I am a dreamer among men, indeed An idle dreamer!
Página 16 - Behold, thou hast driven me out this day from the face of the earth ; and from thy face shall I be hid ; and I shall be a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth ; and it shall come to pass, that every one that findeth me shall slay me.
Página 45 - HOWITT. AWAY, away, why dost thou linger here, When all thy fellows o'er the sea have passed ! Wert thou the earliest comer of the year, Loving our land, and so dost stay the last ? And is the sound of growing streams unheard ! Dost thou not see the woods are fading fast, Whilst the dull leaves with wailful winds are stirred ! Haste, haste to other climes, thou solitary bird ! Thy coming was in lovelier...
Página 45 - Wert thou the earliest comer of the year, Loving our land, and so dost stay the last ? And is the sound of growing streams unheard ! Dost thou not see the woods are fading fast, Whilst the dull leaves with wailful winds are stirred ! Haste, haste to other climes, thou solitary bird ! Thy coming was in lovelier skies — thy wing, Long wearied, rested in delightful bowers ; Thou earnest when the living breath of spring Had filled the world with gladness and with flowers ! Skyward the carolling lark...
Página 55 - I have seen the wild flowers springing In wood, and field, and glen, Where a thousand birds were singing, And my thoughts were of thee then ; For there's nothing gladsome round me...
Página 100 - Gone is the (treen, the delicate summer green, Gone is the lily pale, gone the crimson rose; And the dead beauty of the pass'd year Lies shrouded in the snows. " Now thoughts which wander'd through the blooming world, Back to the heart, from whence they issued, throng, And by the winter's fire, when winds are loud, Are poured forth in song. " And pleasant is it in the time of gloom, Amidst the wintry tempest and the blight, Gathering from all the glory of the past To fill our homes with light.
Página 125 - Down unto haunts that taint the healthful mind; And I would sport with many a bloom and bud, Happiest the farthest from the neighbourhood, And from the crimes and miseries of mankind ! Then would I waft me to the Cowslip's bell ; And to the Wild-rose should my voyage be ; Unto the Lily, vestal of...
Página 55 - Thou art lovelier than the coming Of the fairest flowers of spring, When the wild bee wanders humming, Like a blessed fairy thing...

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