The Shadow of the Obelisk and Other PoemsHatchards, 1872 - 115 pagine |
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Pagina 32 - I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, be a good man — be virtuous — be religious — be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.
Pagina 95 - DIRGE FOR ONE WHO FELL IN BATTLE ROOM for a Soldier ! lay him in the clover ; He loved the fields, and they shall be his cover ; Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover : Where the rain may rain upon it, Where the sun may shine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain upon it, And the bee will dine upon it.
Pagina 32 - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day — so warm, that every window was wide open — and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Pagina 95 - Colonel," — whatever invocation Suit our hymn the best, no matter for thy station, — On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation! Long as the sun doth shine upon it Shall...
Pagina 55 - ON A BUST OF DANTE. SEE, from this counterfeit of him Whom Arno shall remember long, How stern of lineament, how grim The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn abide ; Small friendship for the lordly throng; Distrust of all the world beside. Faithful if this wan...
Pagina 111 - By acts or pleasures, — doing petty things Of work or warfare, merchandise or rhyme; But we shall sit beside the silver springs That flow from God's own footstool, and behold Sages and martyrs, and those blessed few Who loved us once and were beloved of old; To dwell with them and walk with them anew, In alternations of sublime repose, Musical motion, the perpetual play Of every faculty that Heaven bestows Through the bright, busy, and eternal day.
Pagina 56 - Peace dwells not here — this rugged face Betrays no spirit of repose; The sullen warrior sole we trace, The marble man of many woes. Such was his mien when first arose The thought of that strange tale divine — When hell he peopled with his foes, Dread scourge of many a guilty line.
Pagina 73 - This pomp, that Autumn beareth, A funeral seems, where every guest A bridal garment weareth. Each one of us, perchance, may here, On some blue morn hereafter, Return to view the gaudy year, But not with boyish laughter. We shall then be wrinkled men, Our brows with silver laden, And thou this glen mayst seek again, But nevermore a maiden ! OCTOBER.
Pagina 68 - For 9t was made of old sadness that lives in my soul. So still grew my heart at each tender word, That the pulse in my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard : Where was I ? — not in the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence again. • Like the smell of the vine, when its early bloom Sprinkles the green lane with sunny perfume, Such a delicate fragrance filled the room : Whether it came from the vine without, Or arose from her presence, I dwell in doubt. Light shadows...
Pagina 71 - Voluptuous coast ! no wonder that the proud Imperial Roman found in yonder isle Some sunshine still to gild Fate's gathering cloud, And lull the storm of conscience for a while. What new Tiberius, tired of lust and life, May rest him here to give the world a truce, — A little...