The Harp of the Wilderness; Or, Flowers of Modern Fugitive Poetry ...Simpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1836 |
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... passing from the woods away And is there sadness in thy dreams , my boy ? A white sail gleaming on the flood A pilgrim of the harp was he Ay , moralize on love , and deem And is there glory from the heavens departed ? Beautiful creature ...
... passing from the woods away And is there sadness in thy dreams , my boy ? A white sail gleaming on the flood A pilgrim of the harp was he Ay , moralize on love , and deem And is there glory from the heavens departed ? Beautiful creature ...
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... pass by Lyulph's tower 63 Like childhood making mirth of age 105 Look on that flower - the daughter of the vale . 130 Life and thought have gone away . 156 Lesbia hath a beaming eye . 200 Long ago ! oh , long ago ! . 281 Leave me , oh ...
... pass by Lyulph's tower 63 Like childhood making mirth of age 105 Look on that flower - the daughter of the vale . 130 Life and thought have gone away . 156 Lesbia hath a beaming eye . 200 Long ago ! oh , long ago ! . 281 Leave me , oh ...
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... pass ; And my crush'd heart spring up and blow , Like flowers among the trodden grass : But ere I love , it must be long- The habits of the heart are strong . Ere my accustomed eye can seek In some new , unfamiliar face , The smile that ...
... pass ; And my crush'd heart spring up and blow , Like flowers among the trodden grass : But ere I love , it must be long- The habits of the heart are strong . Ere my accustomed eye can seek In some new , unfamiliar face , The smile that ...
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... pass ! in this world's strife , How small will be my portion then : The fainting energies of life Will scarcely serve to love again . Love ! to the pale , uncertain flame , The fervent god denies his name . No ! let no wrong'd heart ...
... pass ! in this world's strife , How small will be my portion then : The fainting energies of life Will scarcely serve to love again . Love ! to the pale , uncertain flame , The fervent god denies his name . No ! let no wrong'd heart ...
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... the leaves are green no more ; Though mute the lark and linnet , And still the humming bee , Affection dwells within it , A summer world to me ; Though leaf and blossom perish , And zephyrs pass away THE WILDERNESS . 31.
... the leaves are green no more ; Though mute the lark and linnet , And still the humming bee , Affection dwells within it , A summer world to me ; Though leaf and blossom perish , And zephyrs pass away THE WILDERNESS . 31.
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Стр. 70 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Стр. 106 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 185 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Стр. 170 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Стр. 36 - SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now. Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea!
Стр. 172 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon...
Стр. 180 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Стр. 36 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast...
Стр. 142 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and home!
Стр. 181 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day ; All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse and hunting-spear; Hounds are in their couples yelling. Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they: Waken, lords and ladies gay...