Poems, Essays and Opinions: First series Selections from August 7th, 1850, to the end of February, 1851Aylott and Jones, 1851 |
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... cruel smile , by memory , though cruel , still endear'd . II . The storm with rude voice rages , and the racking clouds still drive , And the trees like hapless human things with tossing branches strive ; But nature's gloom soon ...
... cruel smile , by memory , though cruel , still endear'd . II . The storm with rude voice rages , and the racking clouds still drive , And the trees like hapless human things with tossing branches strive ; But nature's gloom soon ...
Strana 2
... cruel ; but ye may not hurt me more . " V. And they leapt throughout her chambers , and familiar things whirl'd round , And the vessel moan'd and grated with a feeble , dying , sound : Dark Necessity look'd frowning through the cloud ...
... cruel ; but ye may not hurt me more . " V. And they leapt throughout her chambers , and familiar things whirl'd round , And the vessel moan'd and grated with a feeble , dying , sound : Dark Necessity look'd frowning through the cloud ...
Strana 14
... cruel dawn : Bread we've none , alas ! to give thee , Not one rag to sell or pawn . " Then two little children starving Hurried to their grandsire's side , Not from fear - they were too hungry , But the stranger upward ey'd . Grand'ther ...
... cruel dawn : Bread we've none , alas ! to give thee , Not one rag to sell or pawn . " Then two little children starving Hurried to their grandsire's side , Not from fear - they were too hungry , But the stranger upward ey'd . Grand'ther ...
Strana 15
... cruel landlord- Each child's age , their father's name- Then within he heap'd the faggot , With his breath he fann'd the flame . " Tell me how much it is , " spoke he , " That you owe in all - you say , If ' tis paid not ere the sunset ...
... cruel landlord- Each child's age , their father's name- Then within he heap'd the faggot , With his breath he fann'd the flame . " Tell me how much it is , " spoke he , " That you owe in all - you say , If ' tis paid not ere the sunset ...
Strana 21
... cruel bullets Of the soldiers reach'd his heart . Back he stagger'd to the centre , " Let me die ! " he wildly rav'd : But the convict frown'd in anger , As one reckless to be sav'd . Then he pour'd forth quickly - sadly— All the truth ...
... cruel bullets Of the soldiers reach'd his heart . Back he stagger'd to the centre , " Let me die ! " he wildly rav'd : But the convict frown'd in anger , As one reckless to be sav'd . Then he pour'd forth quickly - sadly— All the truth ...
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ALFRED BATE RICHARDS angel Bahadoor beneath better bosom breast breath Brummagem Bully Bright charity child cold cried crime cruel dare dark death doth dream dull E'en earth England eyes false fancy fate fear feel flunkeyism genius give gloom grave grief hand hath Haynau heart Heaven honour hope human human clay leaves Leigh Hunt light living look Lord Louis Philippe lov'd magistrate Mammon memory mind mock moral morning neath night noble o'er once opinion pain Pharisee pity poem poet poetry Police policeman poor pride prisoner proud PUDENTIANA racter Richard Cobden RICHARD KINDER Rome round Shakespeare Sirs sleep smile sorrow soul spirit steal STORM OF PASSION tears tell thee There's things Thomas Hood thou thought tomb true truth Twas virtue voice vulgar wave whilst woman Wordsworth wretch wrong
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Strana 183 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Strana 209 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Strana 209 - Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome Him to this His new abode, Now while the Heaven, by the Sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?
Strana 183 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Strana 209 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn...
Strana 192 - By observation of affinities In objects where no brotherhood exists To passive minds.
Strana 143 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Strana 195 - All moveables of wonder, from all parts, Are here — Albinos, painted Indians, Dwarfs, The Horse of knowledge, and the learned Pig, The Stone-eater, the man that swallows fire, Giants, Ventriloquists, the Invisible Girl...
Strana 185 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Strana 209 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.