PoemsRoberts, 1866 - 311 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
afar Andrew azure blue breast breath bright cheek child Clootie cloud cold cried Cyclops dark deep dewy divine dream earth Edinglass EUMOLPUS evermore eyes face fade fell fire flowers Galatea gazed gentle gleam gloaming golden gray green greenwood tree grew hair of gold hand hear heard heart heaven Jessie kiss kiss'd knee knew lassie laugh'd light lips look look'd Maggie Maggie Bell Matthew Matthew Bell Mistress Bell moan mother murmur Mysie night o'er pale pansies pass'd Phaon POLYPHEME Pygmalion rain Robin Anderson rose round Sabbath seem'd shade shadow shame shining sigh silence SILENUS sing low sleep smile snow soft song soul sound stars strange Summer Moon sunshine sweet tears thee things thou thro toy'd trembled turn'd vex'd voice watch'd waves Weardale weary wife Willie wind yellow hair yonder Zeus
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Página 287 - I am happy to keep God's sound. Why, I know her face, though I am blind, — I made it of music long ago : Strange large eyes, and dark hair twined Round the pensive light of a brow of snow; And when I sit by my little one, And hold her hand and talk in the sun, And hear the music that haunts the place, I know she is raising her eyes to me, And guessing how gentle my voice must be, And seeing the music upon my face. Though, if ever...
Página 285 - With her little hand's touch so warm and kind, And I smile and talk, with the sun on my cheek, And the little live hand seems to stir and speak — For Fanny is dumb and I am blind. Fanny is sweet thirteen, and she Has fine black ringlets and dark eyes clear, And I am older by summers three — Why should we hold one another so dear? Because she cannot utter a word, Nor hear the music of bee or bird, The water-cart's splash or the milkman's call! Because I have never seen the sky, Nor the little...
Página 267 - You scarce can hear your own loud voice, it clatters so loud and high ; And far away upon the sea, it floats with thunder-call, The wind, wife, the wind, wife; the wind that did it all!
Página 153 - Along the floor and on the walls around ; The melancholy ticking of the clock Was like the beating of my heart. But, hush ! Above the moaning of the wind I heard A sudden scraping at the door ; my heart...
Página 8 - Tho' the world could turn from you, This, at least, I learn from you : Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought, The singer, upward-springing, Is grander than his singing, And tranquil self-sufficing joy illumes the dark of thought. This, at least, you teach me, In a revelation : That gods still snatch, as worthy death, the soul in its aspiration. 15. And I think, as you thought, Poesy and Truth ought ; Never to lie silent in the singer's heart on earth ; Tho...
Página 277 - All that is like a dream. It don't seem true! Father was gone, and mother left, you see, To work for little brother Ned and me ; And up among the gloomy roofs we grew, — Lock'd in full oft, lest we should wander out, With nothing but a crust o...
Página 243 - As we lay asleep, as we lay asleep, My May and I, in our grave so deep, As we lay asleep in the midnight mirk, Under the shade of Our Lady's kirk, I waken'd up in the dead of night, Though May my daughter lay warm and white, And I heard the cry of a little one, And I knew...
Página 244 - As I lay asleep, as I lay asleep. With my girl and boy in my grave so deep. As I lay asleep, I awoke in fear, — Awoke, but awoke not my children dear, — And heard a cry so low and weak From a tiny voice that could not speak; I heard the cry of a little one, My bairn that could neither talk nor run, — My little, little one...
Página 229 - Back we gallop'd, never stopping, he before and I behind, And the autumn leaves were dropping, red and yellow, in the wind. And the sun was shining clearer, and my heart was high and proud, As nearer, nearer, nearer, rang the...
Página 145 - Forever in a garden, reading books Of morals and the logic. Good and well ! Give me such tiny truths as only bloom Like red-tipt gowans at the hallanstone, Or kindle softly, flashing bright at times, In...