The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... tears , To the blest scenes of happier years . Farewell ! I ask no richer boon , Than that my parting hour may be Bright as the evening skies of June ! Thus thus to fade like thee , - With heavenly FAITH's soul - cheering ray To gild ...
... tears , To the blest scenes of happier years . Farewell ! I ask no richer boon , Than that my parting hour may be Bright as the evening skies of June ! Thus thus to fade like thee , - With heavenly FAITH's soul - cheering ray To gild ...
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... tears upon the gloomy brow Of sorrowful Night , hung dim and tremblingly , As if their little lamps not long could glow ; And when the Pale Steed on the earth alighted , They faded all as with a smile of woe : And air had been a chaos ...
... tears upon the gloomy brow Of sorrowful Night , hung dim and tremblingly , As if their little lamps not long could glow ; And when the Pale Steed on the earth alighted , They faded all as with a smile of woe : And air had been a chaos ...
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... tears brake forth , at last , like rain , men held their breath in awe , For his face was seen by his warrior train , and he recked not that they saw . He looked upon the dead , and sorrow seemed to lie , A weight of sorrow , even like ...
... tears brake forth , at last , like rain , men held their breath in awe , For his face was seen by his warrior train , and he recked not that they saw . He looked upon the dead , and sorrow seemed to lie , A weight of sorrow , even like ...
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... tear confess The silent spell of music's power : Or love , or feel , or let thy soul Be for one moment pure or free ; Then shrink away at once from life , — Its path will be no path for thee ! Pour forth thy fervid soul in song— There ...
... tear confess The silent spell of music's power : Or love , or feel , or let thy soul Be for one moment pure or free ; Then shrink away at once from life , — Its path will be no path for thee ! Pour forth thy fervid soul in song— There ...
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... tear - drop from my eye , To cast a look behind ! A hoop was an eternal round Of pleasure . In those days I found A top a joyous thing ; - But now those past delights I drop , My head , alas ! is all my top , And careful thoughts the ...
... tear - drop from my eye , To cast a look behind ! A hoop was an eternal round Of pleasure . In those days I found A top a joyous thing ; - But now those past delights I drop , My head , alas ! is all my top , And careful thoughts the ...
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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. 221 - Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
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. 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. 202 - 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 child-like form.
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. 203 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young, faithful heart.
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. 84 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...