Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, 第 7 卷Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart 1850 |
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... standing , but little changed ( Cut No. 7 ) from its original form ( Cut No. 8 ) . Return- ing to England , you can pass to Rushcombe ( Cut No. 9 ) , near Troyford , in Berkshire , the CIMON.SC . vate plate , a half - length ,. PORTRAITS ...
... standing , but little changed ( Cut No. 7 ) from its original form ( Cut No. 8 ) . Return- ing to England , you can pass to Rushcombe ( Cut No. 9 ) , near Troyford , in Berkshire , the CIMON.SC . vate plate , a half - length ,. PORTRAITS ...
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... stand Even a small child is heard amid the band That at thy heavenly footstool sing and bow . And since his ear can hear , though far away , The wishes that from lips on earth proceed , I'll supplicate from day to day , All things that ...
... stand Even a small child is heard amid the band That at thy heavenly footstool sing and bow . And since his ear can hear , though far away , The wishes that from lips on earth proceed , I'll supplicate from day to day , All things that ...
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... stand , In bronze or marble , dedicate to Fame , Or Love , upon our humble brows shall set A wreath of flowerets culled by Beauty's hand , We all must strike upon the selfsame strand ; What boots it then , in common shipwreck met ...
... stand , In bronze or marble , dedicate to Fame , Or Love , upon our humble brows shall set A wreath of flowerets culled by Beauty's hand , We all must strike upon the selfsame strand ; What boots it then , in common shipwreck met ...
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... stand aloof- Around the blazing vine - boughs laughing , pressing To climb his knees , as wont , for his caressing . Towards yonder hospitable church , I trace My weeping , early way ; it is to me Of the wide world , the only place ...
... stand aloof- Around the blazing vine - boughs laughing , pressing To climb his knees , as wont , for his caressing . Towards yonder hospitable church , I trace My weeping , early way ; it is to me Of the wide world , the only place ...
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... stands between them ; and they live In loneliness apart ; -their youth has gone , And left a dark remembrance , and they feel The need of sympathy and love again , But never can be what they were before ! Meantime the world is busy with ...
... stands between them ; and they live In loneliness apart ; -their youth has gone , And left a dark remembrance , and they feel The need of sympathy and love again , But never can be what they were before ! Meantime the world is busy with ...
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第236页 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
第238页 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
第242页 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
第238页 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist...
第226页 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
第239页 - Tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burden'd bee Forth issue from the rose.
第241页 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other...
第242页 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
第239页 - I know, I know I should not see The season's glorious show, Nor would its brightness shine for me, Nor its wild music flow ; But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light and bloom Should keep them lingering by my tomb.
第236页 - And called her good as fair, For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true, For her heart was cold to all but gold And the rich came not to woo — But honoured well are charms to sell If priests the selling do.