Ballads and Other PoemsJ. Owen, 1842 - 132 pages |
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Page xiv
... riding in , their blue cloaks streaming to the wind ; and finally the happy bridegroom , with a whip in his hand ... rides the Spokesman , followed by some half dozen village musicians . Next comes the bridegroom between his two grooms ...
... riding in , their blue cloaks streaming to the wind ; and finally the happy bridegroom , with a whip in his hand ... rides the Spokesman , followed by some half dozen village musicians . Next comes the bridegroom between his two grooms ...
Page xv
... ride forward to announce that a knight and his attendants are in the neigh- bouring forest , and pray for hospitality . " How many are you ? " asks the bride's father . " At least three hundred , " is the answer ; and to this the host ...
... ride forward to announce that a knight and his attendants are in the neigh- bouring forest , and pray for hospitality . " How many are you ? " asks the bride's father . " At least three hundred , " is the answer ; and to this the host ...
Page xvi
... riding round the May - pole , which stands in the cen- tre , alights amid a grand salute and flourish of music . In the hall sits the bride , with a crown up- on her head and a tear in her eye , like the Virgin Mary in old church ...
... riding round the May - pole , which stands in the cen- tre , alights amid a grand salute and flourish of music . In the hall sits the bride , with a crown up- on her head and a tear in her eye , like the Virgin Mary in old church ...
Page 29
... riding on the seashore at Newport . A year or two previous a skel- eton had been dug up at Fall River , clad in broken and cor- roded armour ; and the idea occurred to me of connecting it with the Round Tower at Newport , generally ...
... riding on the seashore at Newport . A year or two previous a skel- eton had been dug up at Fall River , clad in broken and cor- roded armour ; and the idea occurred to me of connecting it with the Round Tower at Newport , generally ...
Page 53
... pre- served in the translation . ] SIR OLUF he rideth over the plain , Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide , But never , ah never can meet with the man A tilt with him dare ride . He saw under the hill - side A Knight full 53.
... pre- served in the translation . ] SIR OLUF he rideth over the plain , Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide , But never , ah never can meet with the man A tilt with him dare ride . He saw under the hill - side A Knight full 53.
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angels answer Art thou Atonement ballad beautiful belfry birds blessed BLIND BARTIMEUS blossom blue bosom breast bride bridegroom bright brown ale child Christ church clouds crown crystal tall Death deep dream earth ENDYMION evermore Excelsior eyes face faith fall father feast fennel flames flowers Galilee garland glance gleaming goblet God's-Acre gold golden grave hail hair hand hear heart heaven Hesperus holy kirtle kiss klang Life's light lips lock Lord's LORD'S SUPPER Love Luck of Edenhall Maidens marriage May-pole merry midnight nest Newport night o'er peasants PENTECOST pinions poem pray prayer riding ring river roar round sailing Saint John shadow shine silent silver Skoal sleep slumbering snow soft song soul sound Spirit stands stars steed stood Sweden Swedish tears Tegnér thee thou hast tilt transfigured unto village voice wander weary wedding wild wind wind-mill wore wreath ye children ye promise youth Η πίστις σου
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Page 130 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 112 - My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Page 131 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Page 127 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Page 42 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old...
Page 45 - ... seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?
Page 46 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like...
Page 129 - His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior ! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And...
Page 47 - The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Page 132 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.