Poems

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Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1853 - English poetry - 248 pages
 

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Page 207 - The young light-hearted Masters of the waves ; And snatch'd his rudder, and shook out more sail, And day and night held on indignantly O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale, Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily, To where the Atlantic raves Outside the Western Straits, and unbent sails
Page 157 - Through the narrow pav'd streets, where all was still To the little grey church on the windy hill. From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers, But we stood without in the cold blowing airs. We climb'd on the graves, on
Page 193 - THE SCHOLAR GIPSY. Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill; Go, Shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes : No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed, Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats, Nor the cropp'd grasses shoot another head. But when the fields are still, And the tired men and
Page 197 - home on summer nights, have met Crossing the stripling Thames at Bab-lock-hithe, Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet, As the slow punt swings round: And leaning backwards in a pensive dream, And fostering in thy lap a heap of flowers Pluck'd in shy fields and distant woodland bowers, And thine eyes resting on the moonlit stream
Page 180 - order'd, that their longing's fire Should be, as soon as kindled, cool'd ? Who renders vain their deep desire ? — A God, a God their severance rul'd; And bade betwixt their shores to be The unplumb'd, salt, estranging sea. VI.
Page xlii - Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring, Man's senseless uproar mingling with his toil, Still do thy sleepless ministers move on, Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting : Still working, blaming still our vain turmoil; Labourers that shall not fail, when man is gone.
Page 1 - serv'd Afrasiab well, and shown, At my boy's years, the courage of a man. This too thou know'st, that, while I still bear on The conquering Tartar ensigns through the world, And beat the Persians back on every field, I seek one man, one man, and one alone. Rustum, my father; who, I hop'd, should greet,
Page xlv - the first grey of morning flll'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all the Tartar camp along the stream Was hush'd, and still the men were plunged in sleep: Sohrab alone, he slept not: all night long He had lain wakeful, tossing on his bed; But when the grey dawn stole into
Page 33 - great father, whom they left to die, A helpless babe, among the mountain rocks. Him that kind Creature found, and rear'd, and lov'd— Then Rustum took it for his glorious sign. And Sohrab bar'd that figure on his arm, And himself scann'd it long with mournful eyes, And then he touch'd it with his hand and said:
Page 11 - Eustum, will men say to this, When Sohrab dares our bravest forth, and seeks Thee most of all, and thou, whom most he seeks, Hidest thy face ? Take heed, lest men should say, Like some old miser, Rustum hoards his fame, And shuns to peril it with younger men.

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