The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volym 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... turn thy vaunting gaze , Where files reflect to files the o'erpowering blaze ; Rather , like Xerxes , o'er those numbers sigh , Braver than his , but sooner doomed to die . Here - number only courts that death it cloys ! Here - might is ...
... turn thy vaunting gaze , Where files reflect to files the o'erpowering blaze ; Rather , like Xerxes , o'er those numbers sigh , Braver than his , but sooner doomed to die . Here - number only courts that death it cloys ! Here - might is ...
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... turns o'er his book , and studies . The first approaches with an awkward bow , Letter in hand of printed warranty ... Turn round your face ; why , ay , thou lookest pale ; Hast thou a sweetheart ? ' ' La , Sir ! ' ' Nay , confess it ...
... turns o'er his book , and studies . The first approaches with an awkward bow , Letter in hand of printed warranty ... Turn round your face ; why , ay , thou lookest pale ; Hast thou a sweetheart ? ' ' La , Sir ! ' ' Nay , confess it ...
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... turn her into ridicule , and even add to their ill - timed jeers some very impertinent remarks upon her beauty . The result may readily be anticipated - a storm arose , and the vessel having struck upon the black rock of Inchidony ...
... turn her into ridicule , and even add to their ill - timed jeers some very impertinent remarks upon her beauty . The result may readily be anticipated - a storm arose , and the vessel having struck upon the black rock of Inchidony ...
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... turning the clouds , as they pass her , to light ! Look to the waters ! -asleep on their breast , Seems not to the ship like an island of rest ? Bright and alone on the shadowy main , Like a heart - cherished home on some desolate plain ...
... turning the clouds , as they pass her , to light ! Look to the waters ! -asleep on their breast , Seems not to the ship like an island of rest ? Bright and alone on the shadowy main , Like a heart - cherished home on some desolate plain ...
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... Thine eye to all extremes and ends And opposites could turn , And , like the congelated lens , Could sparkle , freeze , or burn ; - But in thy mind's abyss profound , As in some Ode on the Death of Lord Byron By the Rev C C Colton.
... Thine eye to all extremes and ends And opposites could turn , And , like the congelated lens , Could sparkle , freeze , or burn ; - But in thy mind's abyss profound , As in some Ode on the Death of Lord Byron By the Rev C C Colton.
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volym 2 Alaric Alexander Watts Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1829 |
The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volym 2 Alaric Alexander Watts Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1829 |
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abbot art thou beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blest bloom blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charms cheek clouds cold Congreve rockets coursers dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth fading fair fairy fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glow Godiva gondolier grave green grief Harebells hath heard heart heaven hope hour immortal Song JAMES HOGG JOHN MOULTRIE land life's light lips Literary Gazette Literary Souvenir lonely look LORD BYRON mirth morn muse ne'er never night o'er pale prayer rock rose round scene shade shine shore sigh silent silent empire skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit star star by star stream sweet tears thee thine THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou art thou hast thou wert thought tomb tree voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Sida 223 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Sida 89 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Sida 30 - ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Sida 208 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Sida 336 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...
Sida 221 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Sida 155 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...
Sida 221 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Sida 156 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men. Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again: Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.
Sida 96 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...