The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Том 1808Robert Aris Willmott George Routledge & Company, 1857 - Всего страниц: 398 |
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... death in that hand . " The stanzas beginning " The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill become more affecting , when we are told that Scott composed them during the languor of sickness , and that they mark the very spot of their birth , now ...
... death in that hand . " The stanzas beginning " The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill become more affecting , when we are told that Scott composed them during the languor of sickness , and that they mark the very spot of their birth , now ...
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... DEATH OF ADAM PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES 129 JOANNA BAILLIE . TO NIGHT . SPRING . 131 • THE PHRENZY OF ORRA 132 JOHN KEATS . ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . JAMES GRAHAME . THE SABBATH . 133 ...
... DEATH OF ADAM PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES 129 JOANNA BAILLIE . TO NIGHT . SPRING . 131 • THE PHRENZY OF ORRA 132 JOHN KEATS . ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . JAMES GRAHAME . THE SABBATH . 133 ...
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... death predominates . The Spring Finds thee not less alive to her sweet force Than yonder upstarts of the neighb'ring wood , So much thy juniors , who their birth received Half a millennium since the date of thine . YARDLEY OAK . But ...
... death predominates . The Spring Finds thee not less alive to her sweet force Than yonder upstarts of the neighb'ring wood , So much thy juniors , who their birth received Half a millennium since the date of thine . YARDLEY OAK . But ...
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... death has made them dear . He named his Friend , but then his hand she press'd , And fondly whisper'd , " Thou must go to rest . " " I go , " he said ; but as he spoke , she found His hand more cold , and fluttering was the sound ! Then ...
... death has made them dear . He named his Friend , but then his hand she press'd , And fondly whisper'd , " Thou must go to rest . " " I go , " he said ; but as he spoke , she found His hand more cold , and fluttering was the sound ! Then ...
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... Death's icy dart , The groan scarce utter'd dies but half - exprest , And down she sinks in deadly swoon opprest ; But when , at length , awakening from her trance The terrors of her fate stand all confest , In vain she casts around her ...
... Death's icy dart , The groan scarce utter'd dies but half - exprest , And down she sinks in deadly swoon opprest ; But when , at length , awakening from her trance The terrors of her fate stand all confest , In vain she casts around her ...
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ANN RADCLIFFE ARTEVELDE BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bends beneath bloom BOSCH breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH cheek cloud dark dead dear deep delight Ditto dread dream earth fair fear FELICIA HEMANS flowers gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hast hath heard heart heaven hill hope hour James Godwin JOANNA BAILLIE Kilmeny LEWESDON HILL light live lonely look lov'd MARY HOWITT MARY RUSSELL MITFORD MARY TIGHE morning mother murmur night o'er ocean pass'd pride PRISONER OF CHILLON Queen RICHARD BURNELL rocks rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seem'd shade shadow shines shore sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring storm stream summer sweet tears thee thine thought trees trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings youth
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Стр. 162 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Стр. 127 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 108 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Стр. 126 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Стр. 123 - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried Wouldst thou me...
Стр. 157 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Стр. 168 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
Стр. 164 - Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Стр. 152 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Стр. 12 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.