The Poems of Thomas Kibble HerveyTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 437 pàgines |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 12 - Yet chartered by sorrow, and freighted with sighs : — Fading and false is the aspect it wears, As the smiles we put on, just to cover our tears...
Pàgina 160 - And God heard the voice of the lad; and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar ? fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is. Arise, lift up the lad, and hold him in thine hand; for I will make him a great nation.
Pàgina 64 - THE gondola glides — Like a spirit of night, — O'er the slumbering tides, In the calm moonlight! The star of the north Shows her golden eye, — But a brighter looks forth From yon lattice, on high ! Her taper is out, And the silver beam Floats the maiden about, Like a beautiful dream ! And the beat of her heart Makes her tremble all o'er, — And she lists, with a start, To the dash of the oar ! But the moments are past, And her fears are at rest, And her lover, at last, Holds...
Pàgina 39 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfum'd, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Pàgina 39 - The gales may not be heard, Yet the silken streamers quiver, And the vessel shoots, like a bright-plumed bird, Away, down the golden river ! " Away by the lofty mount ! And away by the lonely shore ! And away by the gushing of many a fount, Where fountains gush no more...
Pàgina 35 - And life, without it, were not worth our taking. j]OW sweet to sleep where all is peace, Where sorrow cannot, reach the breast, Where all life's idle throbbings cease, And pain is lulled to rest; — Escaped o'er fortune's troubled wave, To anchor in the silent grave ! That quiet land where, peril past, The weary win a long repose, The bruised spirit finds, at last, A balm for all its woes, — And lowly grief and lordly pride Lie down, like brothers, side by side!
Pàgina 2 - O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on ; Full to the breeze she unbosoms her sail, And her pennon streams onward, like hope, in the gale ; The winds come around her, in murmur and song, And the surges rejoice as they bear her along : See ! she looks up to the golden-edged clouds, And the sailor sings gaily aloft in the shrouds...
Pàgina 79 - He stood beside a cottage lone, And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute. Ibid, A love that took an early root And had an early doom. Ibid, Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles, But never came to shore...
Pàgina 12 - With streamers afloat, and with canvas unfurled ; All gladness and glory to wandering eyes, Yet chartered by sorrow, and freighted with sighs. Fading and false is the aspect it wears, As the smiles we put on, just to cover our tears ; And the 'withering thoughts which the world cannot know.
Pàgina 33 - MY early love, and must we part? Yes ; other wishes win thee now ; New hopes are springing in thy heart, New feelings brightening o'er thy brow, And childhood's light and childhood's home Are all forgot at glory's call ; Yet cast one thought in years to come On her who loved thee o'er them all. When...