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Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
- Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),
Topic: Echo
Source: English Songs and Other Small Poems--The Sea in Calm (pt. III)
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Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.
Topic: Hair
Source: Pearl Wearers
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Gamaun is a dainty steed,
Strong, black, and of a noble breed,
Full of fire, and full of bone,
With all his line of fathers known;
Fine his nose, his nostrils thin,
But blown abroad by the pride within;
His mane is like a river flowing,
And his eyes like embers glowing
In the darkness of the night,
And his pace as swift as light.
Topic: Horses
Source: The Blood Horse
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All round the room my silent servants wait,
My friends in every season, bright and dim.
Topic: Libraries
Source: My Books
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I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.
Topic: Ocean
Source: The Sea
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The sea! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth's wide regions round;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies.
Topic: Ocean
Source: The Sea
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In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower,
The spectral Owl doth dwell;
Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour,
But at the dusk--he's abroad and well!
Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him--
All mock him outright, by day:
But at night, when the woods grow still and dim,
The boldest will shrink away!
O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl,
Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl!
Topic: Owls
Source: The Owl
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So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed,
And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
- Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),
Topic: Power
Source: Songs--The Sea in Calm (l. 13)
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Up and down! Up and down!
From the base of the wave to the billow's crown;
And amidst the flashing and feathery foam
The Stormy Petrel finds a home,--
A home, if such a place may be,
For her who lives on the wide, wide sea,
On the craggy ice, in the frozen air,
And only seeketh her rocky lair
To warm her young and to teach them spring
At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing!
Topic: Sea Birds
Source: The Stormy Petrel
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Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Topic: Summer
Source: The Nights
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Sing! Who sings
To her who weareth a hundred rings?
Ah, who is this lady fine?
The Vine, boys, the Vine!
The mother of the mighty Wine,
A roamer is she
O'er wall and tree
And sometimes very good company.
Topic: Wine and Spirits
Source: A Bacchanalian Song
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