The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... wandering river glides in gold ! But life's gay morn of ecstasy , That made thee seem so more than fair , - The aspirations wild and high , The soul to nobly dare , — Oh where are they , stern ruin , say ? —、 Thou dost but echo - WHERE ...
... wandering river glides in gold ! But life's gay morn of ecstasy , That made thee seem so more than fair , - The aspirations wild and high , The soul to nobly dare , — Oh where are they , stern ruin , say ? —、 Thou dost but echo - WHERE ...
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... wandering eyes , Yet chartered by sorrow , and freighted with sighs : Fading and false is the aspect it wears , As the smiles we put on , just to cover our tears ; And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know , Like heart ...
... wandering eyes , Yet chartered by sorrow , and freighted with sighs : Fading and false is the aspect it wears , As the smiles we put on , just to cover our tears ; And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know , Like heart ...
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... wander still these solitudes among- I dare not listen to their voice , -it murmurs like the song Of waves that dash upon the coast of Time for evermore , And tell of tides that have gone by — of sunshine that is o'er ! Where once my ...
... wander still these solitudes among- I dare not listen to their voice , -it murmurs like the song Of waves that dash upon the coast of Time for evermore , And tell of tides that have gone by — of sunshine that is o'er ! Where once my ...
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... wandering , weary - hearted , I languish for thy voice , which past me still , Went like a singing rill ? " Under the palm - trees thou no more shall meet me , When from the fount at evening I return , With the full water - urn ! Nor ...
... wandering , weary - hearted , I languish for thy voice , which past me still , Went like a singing rill ? " Under the palm - trees thou no more shall meet me , When from the fount at evening I return , With the full water - urn ! Nor ...
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... wander through the sky ; For there the lark - the master - minstrel sings , And upward - upward soars on fearless wings ; Till earth recal him to her verdant breast , And love direct the lyrist to his nest . O , sweet is such a morn to ...
... wander through the sky ; For there the lark - the master - minstrel sings , And upward - upward soars on fearless wings ; Till earth recal him to her verdant breast , And love direct the lyrist to his nest . O , sweet is such a morn to ...
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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...