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Despair weeps not. Her lip moved as in prayer
Unconsciously ; as if prayers had been there,
And they moved now from custom.
The Golden Violet (1827)
Thy voice is sweet, as if it took
Its music from thy face.
And word and mien, and step and look,
Are perfect in their grace.
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
Glory of earth, and light from heaven,
Young Genius ! but for thee,
And the wild wonders to thee given,
How base our earth would be !
Thou blessed season of our spring,
When hopes are angels on the wing;
Bound upwards to their heavenly shore,
Alas! to visit earth no more.
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
Glorious Bard ! to whom belong
Wreaths not often claimed by song,
Those hung round the warrior's shield—
Laurels from the blood-red field.
Weep not for the dead with a fruitless recalling,
Their soul on the wings of the morning hath fled;
Mourn rather for those whom yet life is enthralling,
Ah! weep for the living—weep not for the dead.
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
Literary taste is often confounded with literary talent by others, quite as much as by ourselves.
Not to have your house burned over your head for a twelvemonth seems an unwonted piece of domestic quiet.
As a story teller, Scott is unrivalled ; he would have made the fortune of a cafe at Damascus.
Why, the very element of poetry is faith—faith in the beautiful, the divine, and the true.
We talk of unsophisticated nature—I should like to know where it is to be found.
Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)
The apple blossoms' shower of pearl,
The pear tree's rosier hue,
As beautiful as woman's blush,
As evanescent too.
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
That feminine fancy, a will of your own,
Is a luxury wholly denied to a throne
She leant her head upon her hand : “I know not which to choose—
Alas ! whichever choice I make, the other I must lose.”
Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)
The history of most fictions would be far stranger than the fictions themselves ; but it would be a dark and sad chronicle.
If we did but know how we rush into one evil while seeking to avoid another, we should have no resolution to shun any thing.
Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)
The Future is more present than the Past :
For one look back, a thousand on we cast ;
And hope doth ever memory outlast.
In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbours are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.
Heath's book of Beauty, 1833 (1832)
Imagination's truth is from its power:
Man's genius can create when nature's felt;
He copies when he deems that he invents.
A London day requires to be well aired before it is ventured into.