The juvenaile poetical library; selected from the works of modern British poets. Ed. by mrs. A. WattsPriscilla Maden Watts 1839 |
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... flames had reached the powder . ] THE boy stood on the burning deck , Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Sh one round him o'er the dead . Yet beautiful and bright he stood , As born to 4 CASABIANCA ...
... flames had reached the powder . ] THE boy stood on the burning deck , Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Sh one round him o'er the dead . Yet beautiful and bright he stood , As born to 4 CASABIANCA ...
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... flames rolled on - he would not go Without his father's word ; That father , faint in death below , His voice no longer heard . He call'd aloud , " Say , father , say , If yet my task is done ! " He knew not that the chieftain lay 66 ...
... flames rolled on - he would not go Without his father's word ; That father , faint in death below , His voice no longer heard . He call'd aloud , " Say , father , say , If yet my task is done ! " He knew not that the chieftain lay 66 ...
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... flame that now glares on his eye ? Ah ! what is the sound that now bursts on his ears ? ' T is the lightning's red gleam painting hell on the sky ! ' Tis the crashing of thunders , the groan of the spheres ! He springs from his hammock ...
... flame that now glares on his eye ? Ah ! what is the sound that now bursts on his ears ? ' T is the lightning's red gleam painting hell on the sky ! ' Tis the crashing of thunders , the groan of the spheres ! He springs from his hammock ...
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... flames and ruins reign ; Doomed , like the Rebel Angel , to be shown A fiery dungeon , where he hoped a throne . Blaze on ! thou costliest , proudest sacrifice , E'er lit by patriots hands , or fanned by patriot sighs . Then perish ...
... flames and ruins reign ; Doomed , like the Rebel Angel , to be shown A fiery dungeon , where he hoped a throne . Blaze on ! thou costliest , proudest sacrifice , E'er lit by patriots hands , or fanned by patriot sighs . Then perish ...
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... flames , the blast , with rushing sound , Both fed and fanned the ruin that it found . Long stood each stately tower , and column high , And saw the molten gulf beneath them lie ; Long reared their heads th ' aspiring flames above , As ...
... flames , the blast , with rushing sound , Both fed and fanned the ruin that it found . Long stood each stately tower , and column high , And saw the molten gulf beneath them lie ; Long reared their heads th ' aspiring flames above , As ...
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babe beneath billows bird blaze blessed blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow CHARLES LAMB cheer child cold dark dark funereal dead dear deep delight desert DISMAL SWAMP doth dread dream earth fair fairy Farewell father fear flame flowers gaze gleam glory Greatbatch green grief grim rocks happy hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Henry of Navarre holly tree hour kiss light Loch Ken lonely look LORD BYRON merry miss thee morn mother mountain native never night o'er pale prayer ROBERT SOUTHEY round sail SAMUEL ROGERS saw thee shines shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stood stream sweet tears thee in thy There's thine THOMAS CAMPBELL THOMAS HOOD THOMAS PRINGLE thou thought thy beauty voice wandering waters waves weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young
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Стр. 26 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Стр. 68 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may — For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray — Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme, to-day, the helmet of Navarre.
Стр. 2 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 228 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth...
Стр. 199 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Стр. 196 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Стр. 4 - 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. 3 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Стр. 71 - THE SEA. 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.
Стр. 186 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.