Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton BellSmith Elden and Company, 1846 |
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ACTON ACTON BELL anguish art thou behold bitter bless blest bliss blood boughs breast breath bright bright eye brow burning calm cheek cheer clear clouds cold CURRER dare dark death deep despair divine dream dreary earth earthly joy ELLIS eyes faded faith fear feel Galilee gaze Gilbert gleam gloom glorious glory glow grey grief hast hear heard heart heaven hope hour latchet leaves life's light lone look Mementos morn mourn ne'er never night o'er opening skies pain pass peace quail quiet rapture repose rest Roman rite round scene shade shine shone shore sigh silent skies sleep smile snow soft sorrow soul spirit spring stars strange suffering summer sunny sweet tears tempest thee thine thoughts toil tranquil trees trembling Twas Twill VANITAS wandering warm watch wave weary weep wild wind winter wouldst yonder youth
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Página 19 - COLD in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee ; Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only love, to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-severing wave ? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore...
Página 20 - Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering ! Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along ; Other desires and other hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong...
Página 31 - Well, let them fight for honour's breath, Or pleasure's shade pursue — The dweller in the land of death Is changed and careless too. And, if their eyes should watch and weep Till sorrow's source were dry, She would not, in her tranquil sleep, Return a single sigh ! Blow, west wind, by the lonely mound, And murmur, summer streams — There is no need of other sound To soothe my lady's dreams.
Página 67 - But first a hush of peace, a soundless calm descends; The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends; Mute music soothes my breast — unuttered harmony That I could never dream till earth was lost to me. Then dawns the Invisible, the unseen its truth reveals; My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels — Its wings are almost free, its home, its harbour found; Measuring the gulf it stoops and dares the final bound!
Página 109 - THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;— The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.
Página 151 - And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, " Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty ! " Yes, as my swift days near their goal, Tis all that I implore ; In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.
Página 66 - A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. " He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars. Winds take a pensive tone, and stars a tender fire, And visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. " Desire for nothing known in my maturer years, When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears. When, if my spirit's sky was full of flashes warm, I knew not whence they came,...
Página 9 - YES, thou art gone ! and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ; But I. may pass the old church door, And pace the floor that covers thee, May stand upon the cold, damp stone, And think that, frozen, lies below The lightest heart that I have known, The kindest I shall ever know. Yet, though I cannot see thee more, 'Tis still a comfort to have seen ; And though thy transient life is o'er, 'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been ; To think a soul so near divine, Within a form so angel fair, United...
Página 67 - Oh, dreadful is the check — intense the agony When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again, The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain!
Página 31 - THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells, That hide my lady fair : The wild deer browse above her breast; The wild birds raise their brood ; And they, her smiles of love caressed, Have left her solitude...