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Strana 2
... death , friendly death , shall come to release me from my long , sad pilgrimage , the last words that hover on my expiring lips will be " Italy - 2 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
... death , friendly death , shall come to release me from my long , sad pilgrimage , the last words that hover on my expiring lips will be " Italy - 2 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
Strana 4
... death , are no strangers in these sweet shades ; and many a dim eye has gazed around with loathing on all this beauty , and felt how cruel was the mockery , how unutterable the contrast between sparkling , joyous nature , and the ...
... death , are no strangers in these sweet shades ; and many a dim eye has gazed around with loathing on all this beauty , and felt how cruel was the mockery , how unutterable the contrast between sparkling , joyous nature , and the ...
Strana 5
... death or sorrow passed before him , and told him that the curse of mortality was even there , and the false serpent had poisoned even this second Eden . The mountains which on the outside were bare and rocky were clothed within with ...
... death or sorrow passed before him , and told him that the curse of mortality was even there , and the false serpent had poisoned even this second Eden . The mountains which on the outside were bare and rocky were clothed within with ...
Strana 21
... death , though unrequited . Alfonso , at length by a circum- stance , unimportant in itself , discovered her secret , and from that moment became alive to her merit and beauty ; soon , his female heads THE POET'S Daughter . 21.
... death , though unrequited . Alfonso , at length by a circum- stance , unimportant in itself , discovered her secret , and from that moment became alive to her merit and beauty ; soon , his female heads THE POET'S Daughter . 21.
Strana 26
... developing themselves in that idolized being . Alternately she raved , and wept , and prayed , or tried to pray , but fate had marked him , and he went - and she fell to the earth , stricken unto death - not 26 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
... developing themselves in that idolized being . Alternately she raved , and wept , and prayed , or tried to pray , but fate had marked him , and he went - and she fell to the earth , stricken unto death - not 26 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
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Strana 278 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Strana 265 - They mourn, but smile at length ; and, smiling, mourn : The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Strana 182 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strana 262 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Strana 147 - Time, in his own grey style, All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile, A lovely soul formed to be blest and bless ? A well of sealed and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ? A Star Which moves not in the moving Heavens, alone...
Strana 19 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Strana 91 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Strana 226 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
Strana 182 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Strana 200 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...