The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... lips , grew motionless as stone ; The drunkness of his heart no more deceives— The thunder growls , the surge - smote vessel heaves ; And while aghast he stared , a hurrying squall Rent the wide awning , and discovered all ! Across ...
... lips , grew motionless as stone ; The drunkness of his heart no more deceives— The thunder growls , the surge - smote vessel heaves ; And while aghast he stared , a hurrying squall Rent the wide awning , and discovered all ! Across ...
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... lip ne'er speaks ! O , he were heartless , in that passionate hour , Who could not feel that weakness hath its power , When gentle woman , sobbing and subdued , Breathed forth her vow of holy gratitude , Warm as the contrite Mary's ...
... lip ne'er speaks ! O , he were heartless , in that passionate hour , Who could not feel that weakness hath its power , When gentle woman , sobbing and subdued , Breathed forth her vow of holy gratitude , Warm as the contrite Mary's ...
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... shuddered , sank Beside that victim on the wave - washed bank- Bent shivering lips to press his haggard cheek , But started backward with a loathing shriek ! Fond wretch ! thy half - averted eyes discover The THE POETICAL ALBUM . 15.
... shuddered , sank Beside that victim on the wave - washed bank- Bent shivering lips to press his haggard cheek , But started backward with a loathing shriek ! Fond wretch ! thy half - averted eyes discover The THE POETICAL ALBUM . 15.
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... lips , which like spring flowers Drank the fresh air , then sighed it forth again With added fragrance . There was shade around ; The laurel , and the darker bay , the oak , All sacred as the crowns of fame . The first Bound round the ...
... lips , which like spring flowers Drank the fresh air , then sighed it forth again With added fragrance . There was shade around ; The laurel , and the darker bay , the oak , All sacred as the crowns of fame . The first Bound round the ...
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... lips Were such as Summer kisses , when he first Touches the pure and rosy mouth of Spring ; A languid smile was on them , as just curled By some soft thought , which spoke too in her eyes , Dark and bewildering , with light like that Of ...
... lips Were such as Summer kisses , when he first Touches the pure and rosy mouth of Spring ; A languid smile was on them , as just curled By some soft thought , which spoke too in her eyes , Dark and bewildering , with light like that Of ...
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Стр. 354 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Стр. 69 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Стр. 184 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Стр. 94 - I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Has any Roman soldier...
Стр. 153 - 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. 260 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Стр. 355 - Seek out— less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Стр. 317 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Стр. 69 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Стр. 139 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...