The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... . By Miss M. J. Jewsbury 377 Changes 379 · Chantrey's Sleeping Children . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles 380 Woman's Truth 381 • Clovelly 383 • Ben Nevis 384 THE POETICAL ALBUM . THE CONFLAGRATION OF MOSCOW . BY xvi CONTENTS .
... . By Miss M. J. Jewsbury 377 Changes 379 · Chantrey's Sleeping Children . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles 380 Woman's Truth 381 • Clovelly 383 • Ben Nevis 384 THE POETICAL ALBUM . THE CONFLAGRATION OF MOSCOW . BY xvi CONTENTS .
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... sleeps , Shrouded in flame , the Imperial City low Like Dagon's temple falls — but falls to crush the foe ! Tyrant ! think not SHE unavenged shall burn ; Thou too hast much to suffer , much to learn : That thirst of power the Danube but ...
... sleeps , Shrouded in flame , the Imperial City low Like Dagon's temple falls — but falls to crush the foe ! Tyrant ! think not SHE unavenged shall burn ; Thou too hast much to suffer , much to learn : That thirst of power the Danube but ...
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... sleeping infant calm , - The river streamed away , Devious as Error , deep as Love , And blue and bright as heaven above ! Steeped in a flood of golden light , - Type of that hour of deep repose , In wan , wild beauty on my sight , Thy ...
... sleeping infant calm , - The river streamed away , Devious as Error , deep as Love , And blue and bright as heaven above ! Steeped in a flood of golden light , - Type of that hour of deep repose , In wan , wild beauty on my sight , Thy ...
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... sleep at night , Failure of appetite , and loss of spirits . ' ' Turn round your face ; why , ay , thou lookest pale ; Hast thou a sweetheart ? ' ' La , Sir ! ' ' Nay , confess it . ' ' There's Harry- ' " Ay ! he keeps your company ...
... sleep at night , Failure of appetite , and loss of spirits . ' ' Turn round your face ; why , ay , thou lookest pale ; Hast thou a sweetheart ? ' ' La , Sir ! ' ' Nay , confess it . ' ' There's Harry- ' " Ay ! he keeps your company ...
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... Sleep sweetly , babe ! " ' t was heard to say ; " But if the goblet break or fall , Farewell thy vantage in the fray ! Farewell the luck of Eden - hall ! " - Though years on years have taken flight , Good - fortune's still the ...
... Sleep sweetly , babe ! " ' t was heard to say ; " But if the goblet break or fall , Farewell thy vantage in the fray ! Farewell the luck of Eden - hall ! " - Though years on years have taken flight , Good - fortune's still the ...
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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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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 221 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 96 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...