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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... peace on its verdant pillow . But no image of gloom , or of care , or of strife , Hath it e'er given birth to , one minute ; For lamented in death , as beloved in life , Was he who now slumbers within it . He was one , who , in youth ...
... peace on its verdant pillow . But no image of gloom , or of care , or of strife , Hath it e'er given birth to , one minute ; For lamented in death , as beloved in life , Was he who now slumbers within it . He was one , who , in youth ...
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... peaceful billows rock the world to sleep , With bosom bare , and haggard eye , 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 ...
... peaceful billows rock the world to sleep , With bosom bare , and haggard eye , 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 ...
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... peaceful hermitage , my love , And to the God of reason pour our praise . SONG OF THE STARS TO THE EARTH . FROM THE GERMAN OF STOLBERG . SWEET be thy slumbers , Sister dear , Upon thy odour - scented bed ; Repose in peace until thou ...
... peaceful hermitage , my love , And to the God of reason pour our praise . SONG OF THE STARS TO THE EARTH . FROM THE GERMAN OF STOLBERG . SWEET be thy slumbers , Sister dear , Upon thy odour - scented bed ; Repose in peace until thou ...
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... peaceful murmurs to the pendent wood , With many a soothing , many a plaintive strain , Her young sweet Philomel laments in vain . All else is silence , solemn and profound , Whilst Melancholy spreads her horrors round . Creation ...
... peaceful murmurs to the pendent wood , With many a soothing , many a plaintive strain , Her young sweet Philomel laments in vain . All else is silence , solemn and profound , Whilst Melancholy spreads her horrors round . Creation ...
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... peace repose , In yonder field , the village dead , Go , seek a shelter among those Who all their mortal tears have shed . But if thou com'st a Sibyl's leaf , Such as did erst high truths declare , To tell me soon shall end my grief , I ...
... peace repose , In yonder field , the village dead , Go , seek a shelter among those Who all their mortal tears have shed . But if thou com'st a Sibyl's leaf , Such as did erst high truths declare , To tell me soon shall end my grief , I ...
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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.