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Page 31 - I, once gone, to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read ; And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen) Where breath most breathes, — even in the mouths of men.
Page 2 - Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair ? Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant ? Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant, Bound to thy service with unceasing care— The mind's least generous wish a mendicant For nought but what thy happiness could spare. Speak !—though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate...
Page 108 - O friend of man! sore-vexed by Ocean's power, The changing tides wash o'er thee day by day; Thy trembling mouth is filled with bitter spray, Yet still thou ringest on from hour to hour; High is thy mission, though thy lot is wild — To be in danger's realm a guardian sound; In seamen's dreams a pleasant part to bear, And earn their blessing as the year goes round; And strike the key-note of each grateful prayer, Breathed in their distant homes by wife or child!
Page 41 - For ever changes with his restless tide; Flung shoreward now, to be regathered soon With kingly pauses of reluctant pride, And semblance of return. Anon from home He issues forth again, high ridged and free, The seething hiss of his tumultuous foam Like armies whispering where great echoes be!
Page 149 - Thanks be to heaven,' in happy mood I said, ' What sweeter aid my matins could befall Than this fair glory from the East hath made ? What holy sleights hath God, the Lord of all, To bid us feel and see ! we are not free To say we see not, for the glory comes Nightly and daily, like the flowing sea ; His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms And, at prime hour, behold ! He follows me With golden shadows to my secret rooms !
Page 149 - As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed, I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall, The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal A sunny phantom interlaced with shade; Thanks be to heaven', in happy mood I said, 'What sweeter aid my matins could befall Than this fair glory from the East hath made? What holy sleights hath God, the Lord of all, To bid us feel and see! we are not free To say we see not, for the glory comes Nightly and daily, like the flowing sea; His lustre pierceth through the midnight...
Page 364 - IT was her first sweet child, her heart's delight : And, though we all foresaw his early doom, We kept the fearful secret out of sight ; We saw the canker, but she kiss'd the bloom. And yet it might not be : we could not brook To vex her happy heart with vague alarms, To blanch with fear her fond intrepid look, Or send a thrill through those encircling arms. She...
Page 16 - ... oft I watch thee from my garden-chair ! And, failing that, I search the lawns and bowers, To find thee floating o'er the fruits and flowers, And doing thy sweet work in silence there : Thou art the poet's darling, ever sought In the fair garden or the breezy mead ; The wind dismounts thee not ; thy buoyant thread Is as the sonnet, poising one bright thought, That moves but does not vanish ! borne along Like light, — a golden drift through all the song...
Page 2 - ... service with unceasing care, The mind's least generous wish a mendicant For nought but what thy happiness could spare. Speak — though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold Than a forsaken bird's-nest filled with snow 'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine — Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know ! TO BR HAYDON, ON SEEING HIS PICTURE OF NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE ON THE ISLAND OF ST.
Page 342 - One day we gave the child a colored sphere Of the wide Earth, that she might mark and know, By tint and outline, all its sea and land. She patted all the world; old Empires peeped Between her baby fingers; her soft hand Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leaped, And laughed and prattled in her world-wide bliss! But when we...