PoemsRoberts, 1866 - 311 pàgines |
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Pàgina 253 - Back we gallop'd, never stopping, he before and I behind, And the autumn leaves were dropping, red and yellow, in the wind. And the sun was shining clearer, and my heart was high and proud, As nearer, nearer, nearer, rang the...
Pàgina 309 - TN all the land, range up, range down, Is there ever a place so pleasant and sweet, As Langley Lane, in London town, Just out of the bustle of square and street ] Little white cottages, all in a row, Gardens, where bachelors'-buttons grow, Swallows...
Pàgina 311 - I am happy to keep God's sound. Why, I know her face, though I am blind, — I made it of music long ago : Strange large eyes, and dark hair twined Round the pensive light of a brow of snow; And when I sit by my little one, And hold her hand and talk in the sun, And hear the music that haunts the place, I know she is raising her eyes to me, And guessing how gentle my voice must be, And seeing the music upon my face. Though, if ever...
Pàgina 309 - With her little hand's touch so warm and kind, And I smile and talk, with the sun on my cheek, And the little live hand seems to stir and speak — For Fanny is dumb and I am blind. Fanny is sweet thirteen, and she Has fine black ringlets and dark eyes clear, And I am older by summers three — Why should we hold one another so dear? Because she cannot utter a word, Nor hear the music of bee or bird, The water-cart's splash or the milkman's call! Because I have never seen the sky, Nor the little...
Pàgina 252 - So faintly, faintly, faintly, rang the bells afar away ; And as I named the Blessed Name, as in our need we can, The ugly green green Gnome became a tall and comely man ! His hands were white, his beard was gold, his eyes were black as sloes, His tunic was of scarlet woof, and silken were his hose ; A pensive light from Faeryland still...
Pàgina 177 - Along the floor and on the walls around ; The melancholy ticking of the clock Was like the beating of my heart. But, hush ! Above the moaning of the wind I heard A sudden scraping at the door ; my heart...
Pàgina 8 - Tho' the world could turn from you, This, at least, I learn from you : Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought, The singer, upward-springing, Is grander than his singing, And tranquil self-sufficing joy illumes the dark of thought. This, at least, you teach me, In a revelation : That gods still snatch, as worthy death, the soul in its aspiration. 15. And I think, as you thought, Poesy and Truth ought ; Never to lie silent in the singer's heart on earth ; Tho...
Pàgina 301 - All that is like a dream. It don't seem true! Father was gone, and mother left, you see, To work for little brother Ned and me ; And up among the gloomy roofs we grew, — Lock'd in full oft, lest we should wander out, With nothing but a crust o...
Pàgina 268 - As I lay asleep, as I lay asleep. With my girl and boy in my grave so deep. As I lay asleep, I awoke in fear, — Awoke, but awoke not my children dear, — And heard a cry so low and weak From a tiny voice that could not speak; I heard the cry of a little one, My bairn that could neither talk nor run, — My little, little one...
Pàgina 269 - And croon'da song, and hush'd its moan, And put its lips to my white breast-bone ; And the red, red moon that lit the place Went white to look at the little face, And I kiss'd and kiss'd and I could not weep, As it went to sleep, as it went to sleep.