The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of Standard and Fugitive Poetry, Including a Few Translations Hitherto UnpublishedJohn Anderson, 1822 - 388 sidor |
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... Pale , wither'd wanderer , seek not here , 23 Pity the sorrows of a poor old man , 266 Poets may , with tuneful power , 21 Poor Mrs Levi had a luckless son , 365 Pour your tears wild and free , 120 Rear high thy bleak majestic hills ...
... Pale , wither'd wanderer , seek not here , 23 Pity the sorrows of a poor old man , 266 Poets may , with tuneful power , 21 Poor Mrs Levi had a luckless son , 365 Pour your tears wild and free , 120 Rear high thy bleak majestic hills ...
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... chill his feeble form ! ' Tis Madness ' self , that sighs the livelong night , And to the pale moon pours his sorrowing song ! ' Twas erst , an aged ghost embroil'd the night A 3 COMMON - PLACE BOOK . 9 Madness, Norgate,
... chill his feeble form ! ' Tis Madness ' self , that sighs the livelong night , And to the pale moon pours his sorrowing song ! ' Twas erst , an aged ghost embroil'd the night A 3 COMMON - PLACE BOOK . 9 Madness, Norgate,
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... pale cheek , And all the dread accompaniments of woe , He tears his flesh , hurls the astonish'd flock Down the deep beach , and with ungrateful tooth He gnaws the staff that saved him from destruc- tion ! See , see , Eliza ! now he ...
... pale cheek , And all the dread accompaniments of woe , He tears his flesh , hurls the astonish'd flock Down the deep beach , and with ungrateful tooth He gnaws the staff that saved him from destruc- tion ! See , see , Eliza ! now he ...
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... pale simple bells adorn , Still we seek thy sweets , defended By no rude insidious thorn . ' Tis not thine with flaunting feature To attract the roving sight ; From her varied wardrobe , Nature Chose thy vest of purest white . The ...
... pale simple bells adorn , Still we seek thy sweets , defended By no rude insidious thorn . ' Tis not thine with flaunting feature To attract the roving sight ; From her varied wardrobe , Nature Chose thy vest of purest white . The ...
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... PALE , wither'd wanderer , seek not here A refuge from the ruthless sky ; This breast affords no happier cheer Than the rude blighting breeze you fly . Cold is the atmosphere of grief , When storms assail the barren breast : Go , then ...
... PALE , wither'd wanderer , seek not here A refuge from the ruthless sky ; This breast affords no happier cheer Than the rude blighting breeze you fly . Cold is the atmosphere of grief , When storms assail the barren breast : Go , then ...
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Sida 53 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Sida 187 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sida 270 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Sida 247 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Sida 235 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out...
Sida 304 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Sida 189 - If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of Death...
Sida 229 - Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
Sida 85 - Erin, my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But, alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
Sida 4 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.