Voices Through Many Years. [Poems.], Volum 1For private circulation, 1879 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
BERKELEY CASTLE better birds bless'd Bob Lowe breeze Brummagem call'd chair Chesterfords Chorus Cobden Coup d'État Daniel O'Connell dark dear dream drink echoes Edmund Waller England Euphrates ev'ry eyes fair fall fate fear fight foes fools friends Glenshiro glorious glory goose grouse hand hath heart honour Ireland Irish Irus JOHN DAVIS Joinville King Ladies land light look'd Lord Louis Blanc lov'd MARGEITES Merrie England merry mighty mind morning Muse Nation ne'er never noble Noodle O'Connell o'er OCEANUS once pass pass'd patriots Peel pleasant prepar'd Prince PROMETHEUS Punch Queen Robert Lowe rose round Saint say to ye-Hope scorn sing Sir Robert Peel soul stern strike sword tell Thiers thine thought thousand Tom Sayers Twas wander'd warriors of Arpad Whigs William Massey wise word young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 196 - But by your fathers' worth if yours you rate, Count me those only who were good and great. Go ! if your ancient but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go ! and pretend your family is young, Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards.
Pàgina 197 - And the children of Israel did according to the word of Moses; and they borrowed of the Egyptians jewels of silver, and jewels of gold, and raiment: and the Lord gave the people favour in the sight of the Egyptians, so that they lent unto them such things as they required. And they spoiled the Egyptians.
Pàgina 150 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Pàgina 99 - Forth from the boundless realms of space he came, Troubled his aspect, and his track all flame ; A man like none before him, — born to be His age's wonder, scourge, and mystery. He knew mankind, and scorned their feebler clay ; Sternly bade rivals tremble and obey.
Pàgina 2 - Stifling thoughts for good and ill. Threading many a narrow way, Where the robber lurks for his heedless prey ; Little reck'd I of him that day. But now the balm of a chilling sky Had work'd, in part, a remedy ; I look'd to Heaven, I look'd to earth, I felt as if new thoughts had birth • — Till at length, reliev'd from misery, The soul on her course sped tranquilly. Then I thought as I walk'd the spot, Where yet stands Rome though Rome is not, There must be spirits slumb'ring here, (Like the...
Pàgina 107 - ... toe met.' 1856. A ND after many years we met, •^^ And she was all alone ; I look'd into her glorious face As one gazeth on a stone. I spoke to her of trivial things ; I listen'd to her voice ; Its music had no longer power To bid my soul rejoice. The vision of my youth was flown, The silver chord was rent, The wheel was broken at the fount, The strong delusion shent. And yet it was the self-same form ; The same lips spoke to me ; The same enchantress fram'd the spell : But my heart was dead,...
Pàgina 101 - ... Thine is no marble pomp, no sculptured bays, These may remind where memory decays ; Thine is the hero's monument — the page, Which fires to glorious deeds an unborn age. But if some other monument must be, There is but one equivalent to thee ; Let prostrate nations join in hateful toil, And treasure raise, and blood cement the pile, A mass like those where Nile's rich waters spread Around the follies of the Memphian dead ; Then write in characters which all may see, That flesh is grass, and...
Pàgina 8 - ... the rashly bold ! The heart whose ev'ry pulse beat high, Ecstatic all with Poesy ; And him — that clod of meagre clay Who lives but for the passing day ; Nor feels one pulse of nobler mind Than grovels in the bestial kind ! Yet still — though standing on the brink Of Death's drear stream,— not all shall sink ! Dark as the yawning gulf appears, Hopeless beyond our worst of fears ; On its foul bosom flits a gleam, The Angel Hope's refreshing beam, That says — ' Although necessity Proclaim...
Pàgina 149 - ... And one and all Left him, the scapegoat of an hour, Alone to fall Embitter'd end of chequer'd part ! Ambition ta'en for whatthou art, The wreck of feelings, soul and heart : Who would compete For the best prizes of thy mart ' " Laid at his feet ?' But this I'll say of him,— although He'd plumb'd the depths of weal and woe, He never persecuted foe Or cast off friend. Can any of his judges show Much less to mend ? In troubled times his star appear'd, On
Pàgina 123 - They begg'd of us in sadness, And we granted to their plea, The ashes of Napoleon From his prison in the sea. We gave them all they asked for, But we could not give them back The glory which departed When we thunder'd on his track. «- . . Chorus. The mark of England's heel Is branded on the...