Poems, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields, 1855 - 927 pages |
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... TELL me not , in mournful numbers , " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust ...
... TELL me not , in mournful numbers , " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust ...
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... tell us Spring is born ; Others , their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in Summer's green - emblazoned field , But in arms of brave old Autumn's ...
... tell us Spring is born ; Others , their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in Summer's green - emblazoned field , But in arms of brave old Autumn's ...
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... Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers ; In all places , then , and in all seasons , Flowers expand their light and soul - like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How akin they are to human things . And with childlike ...
... Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers ; In all places , then , and in all seasons , Flowers expand their light and soul - like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How akin they are to human things . And with childlike ...
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... Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful prayers ; - But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in the foul weather , The foolish , fond Old Year , Crowned with wild flowers and with heather ...
... Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful prayers ; - But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in the foul weather , The foolish , fond Old Year , Crowned with wild flowers and with heather ...
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... Disastrous accidents , and change , That come to all ; Even in the most exalted state , Relentless sweeps the stroke of fate ; The strongest fall . Tell me , the charms that lovers seek In the COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . 63.
... Disastrous accidents , and change , That come to all ; Even in the most exalted state , Relentless sweeps the stroke of fate ; The strongest fall . Tell me , the charms that lovers seek In the COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . 63.
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Alcalá angel ANGELICA art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha Calés child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleams gold golden grave hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land leaves Life's light lips look LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pentecost poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA red planet Mars ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind
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Page 16 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 242 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each, burning deed and thought.
Page 9 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Page 270 - Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "Oh stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Page 27 - Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing ; " Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray ! " And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain...
Page 141 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Page 186 - 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.
Page 181 - Still grew my bosom then, Still as a stagnant fen! Hateful to me were men, The sunlight hateful! In the vast forest here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, Oh, death was grateful!
Page 15 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more ; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march...
Page 178 - And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, 'Death !' was the helmsman's hail, 'Death without quarter...