The Poets of the Nineteenth Century (Google eBook)

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Harper & brothers, 1858 - American poetry - 397 pages
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Contents

Taste Darwin T Dahiel
39
The Friar of Orders Gray Percy Tenniel
47
Gentle River Ditto Ditto
53
Calm Ditto E Duncan
59
MARY TIGHE
66
To Melancholy Ann Radcliffe B Foster
69
41
73
The Lounge Hannah More J Godwin
78
The Opera Ditto Ditto
86
RETURN TO OXFORD
88
The Home of the Old Indian Ditto W Harvey
95
LANDING AT TYNEMOLTH
97
Sunrise Ditto W Harvey
101
THE OLD HOUSE
102
The Orphan Boys Tale Amelia Opie T Dahiel
107
WILLIAM SPENCER
108
The Prisoner of Chillon Byron F M Brown
113
The Dream Ditto J E Millais A R A
125
WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES
131
ove
139
DION
146
Incident at Bruges Ditto J R Clayton
151
A JEWISH FAMILY
152
VERSES FOR AN ALBUM
158
THE HUSBANDS AND WIFES GRAVE
165
THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET
171
The Sun upon the Weird law Hill Scott B Foster
172
TnE soldiers dream
180
The Exile of Erin Campbell T Dalziel
182
HOHENUNDEN
187
Hohenlinden Ditto J Gilbert
188
STANZAS
194
THE SABBATH
202
The Sabbath Grahame B Foster
203
LAMBS AT PLAY
210
Lambs at Play Bloomjield W Harvey
211
BURNS
215
The Lament of the Peri for Hlnda Moore W Harvey
218
THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE
221
A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea A Cunningham E Duncan
226
TO A GIRL IN HER THIRTEENTH YEAR
227
THE WINGED WORSHIPERS
236
The Coronation of Inez de Castro Felicia Hanans J Gilbert
238
THE MESSAGE TO THE DEAD
242
Rienzi and his Daughter M R Mitford J Tenniel
246
BONG
248
THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA
254
UNES WRITTEN TO A MARCH
260
The Visit of Madoc Southey J Gilbert
261
CAROLINE BOWLES MRS SOUTHEY
271
To the Evening Star Lcydcn G Dodgson
275
TO AN INDIAN GOLD COIN
277

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Page 467 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" here I opened wide the door: Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 137 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 138 - The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Page 137 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 441 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Page 454 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Page 155 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 442 - So might some old man speak in the aftertime To all the people, winning reverence. But now much honour and much fame were lost.
Page 20 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise The son of parents passed into the skies!
Page 192 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...

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