A Century of Sonnets: Lines on the Burns Commemoration of 1859. The Funeral of Canning, and Other VersesA.W. Bennett, 1866 - 114 pages |
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A Century of Sonnets: Lines on the Burns Commemoration of 1859. The Funeral ... Jacob Jones Affichage du livre entier - 1866 |
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absorb'd Æolian Anon Antigone ARCHBISHOP art thou Bard beams beatific behold beneath blended bless bliss breath breeze changes ringing chaunt clime clouds cold combin'd coruscations countless Creon day-dawn death deep doth dream E'en earth echoes Enchanter EOLIAN Euripides ev'ry extacy exultant fame fear fill'd flow'rs gaze genius glow greet grief Hark HARP hath heart hearts of oak Ignez light lov'd MARCIA master-wire Melts merry dancers midst nature's ne'er neath Newdigate Prize night Nightingale NOTE numbers o'er pale Palmyra pass'd pause peace Phosphorescence plains Poet Poet's pow'r Queen rays REGULUS rest roar Robert Burns round scene scud Sebastopol seek shore sight sing skies smiles song Sonnet Sophocles soul spell spheres Spirit spread stars strange sweep sweet chimer tears thee thine thought thro throne Timanthes toil tones tow'rd trees truth turn'd VANDENHOFF Wailing wind-harp wings yonder
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Page 113 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?
Page 31 - THE CATHEDRAL BELL," AND OTHER TRAGEDIES. APRIL. THB equinoctial gales are lull'd to rest ; The early singing-birds unite their strains ; And timid April, by the Sun caress'd, Now, with her breath of Violets, walks the plains ; And, when her Lord, like some enamour'd youth, Dwells on the changeful colours of her brow, She, like some Maid, heart-certain of his truth, Smiles through her tears for bliss to share his Vow. The days extend— in many-tinted green, The buds unfurl their foliage ; and the...
Page 114 - These 200 lines were written to compete for the Prize offered by the Directors of the Crystal Palace Company, for the best poem which should be composed for the occasion of the BURNS Centenary. They were, subsequently, inserted in The Oxford Chronicle for July 2nd, 1859.
Page 33 - See the laburnums flaunt their saffron locks; The broom, in silver or in gold, is bright; Itself throughout the day the cuckoo mocks • The nightingale keeps musical the night; The bee is roving, humming as he goes. The peonies are gemmed with passing showers; The butterfly is smitten with the rose ; In gardens trim the rhododendron towers; The clovers are aflush, and now the heats Urge to the cooling streams and spread the haymown sweets.
Page 51 - Let your dear girls their brothers' summons share — Both sexes of the poor, now, claim your care ! — Say, would you, for your lives, your sturdier young Should toil like yonder weaklings — stived, immured, But the two hours, from destitution wrung, Beyond " the Day
Page 36 - WEAVE us a thousand dahlias into one, Bold the device, and rare its radiance be! Serve us a banquet, long before the sun Go down, in molten rainbows, to the sea:— Velvet the lawn of fountains where 'tis spread ; Sweet with clematis every near alcove; And let September's cornucopia shed Peaches, th...
Page 86 - Myst'ry pass'd, Statesmen, and warriors, beauties, old and young, And paid the dead their homage ; each, in turn, Kissing the hem of its enthronement's shroud — The costliest shroud that ever mortal wore — Some fervently, and some, I thought, who scowl'd. Not once, throughout, I saw my Pedro's face, His post, his form, alone proclaim'd him mine. And, now, the worship clos'd ; the several choirs Still'd their responsions ; and the organ ceas'd ; The lights wax'd dimmer ; and th...
Page 83 - And, thro' my reeling senses, check'd my sight, Hail'da dim Female figure on a throne ; A Male, the leader of the mourning train, At her left hand, beneath her ; with his head Averted from his Mate ; a mist, or veil, Hung o'er her features ; her tiara's gems, Her regal robes, the sceptre in her hand, Grown visible and glorious to the gaze. But, now, the horror comes ! With one acclaim, When the rapt congregation rent the air, Symphonious with the Organ's thund'ring roll, And nam'd her — " Queen...
Page 6 - At once I mount on faith's sustaining wing, My thoughts expanding, and my soul elate ; Fond visions, now, their consolation bring, And give me glimpses of the golden gate Thro' which those lov'd ones, rob'd in white appear, And look so happy in the perfect ranks, My grief is turn'd to gladness, in the tear, Which, for their early bliss, gives God my thanks. Thus, thus, Enchanter ! from thy loftier strains, I draw a solace nothing can dispel ; Forget my losses in my lov'd ones...
Page 79 - Allstate and ceremony laid aside, We crave advice, regardless of the hour ; Since that we would unravel brooks no pause, Though new to us but some few hours ago. We would be private : while our gentle friend, So late at her devotions, seeks her rest. ARCHBISHOP. It is of Ignez ! [Aside to Superior. SUPERIOR. Ha ! then ye should learn What brings her hither — [aside.] with your honour'd leaves, 1 read her prayer ; permit our child to stay.