Poetic Gleanings, from Modern Writers: With Some Original PiecesHarvey and Darton, 1827 - Всего страниц: 160 |
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... thine ! And nought , save fruitless pity , mine . To brave the stormy winter's morn , Half naked , sparely fed , Dark , dangerous labyrinth's forlorn , With limbs benumb'd to thread ; To lead this life from day to day , Of filth and ...
... thine ! And nought , save fruitless pity , mine . To brave the stormy winter's morn , Half naked , sparely fed , Dark , dangerous labyrinth's forlorn , With limbs benumb'd to thread ; To lead this life from day to day , Of filth and ...
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... thine with many a kiss . But she is dead ! and thou art left To live thy weary day ; Of friends , of parents , hope bereft , With none to cheer thy way ; With none thy footsteps to reclaim From ignorance , and vice , and shame . What ...
... thine with many a kiss . But she is dead ! and thou art left To live thy weary day ; Of friends , of parents , hope bereft , With none to cheer thy way ; With none thy footsteps to reclaim From ignorance , and vice , and shame . What ...
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... thine honour raise ! So lovely wert thou to the gaze Of shepherds on Chaldean hills , When summer flowers around were springing , And when to thee a thousand rills , Throughout the quiet night were singing . And lo ! the dwarfish ...
... thine honour raise ! So lovely wert thou to the gaze Of shepherds on Chaldean hills , When summer flowers around were springing , And when to thee a thousand rills , Throughout the quiet night were singing . And lo ! the dwarfish ...
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... thine alone . Oh ! many a temple , once sublime , Beneath the blue Italian sky , Hath nought of beauty left by Time , Save thy wild tapestry : And , rear'd midst crags and clouds , ' tis thine To wave where banners wav'd of yore ; O'er ...
... thine alone . Oh ! many a temple , once sublime , Beneath the blue Italian sky , Hath nought of beauty left by Time , Save thy wild tapestry : And , rear'd midst crags and clouds , ' tis thine To wave where banners wav'd of yore ; O'er ...
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... thine at length ! FRAGMENT . ANONYMOUS . How happy could I pass my days In some sequester'd vale ; Below the reach of Fortune's rays , And every fickle gale ; For there the storms of life sweep by , And break on those who live more high ...
... thine at length ! FRAGMENT . ANONYMOUS . How happy could I pass my days In some sequester'd vale ; Below the reach of Fortune's rays , And every fickle gale ; For there the storms of life sweep by , And break on those who live more high ...
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art thou Autumn azure skies beam beauty beneath bird blast Bless bloom blossoms boughs bower breast breath breeze Brentford bright brow calm cheer CIII cloud Cripplegate cup and ball dark dear death delight doth drear drooping earth EDMESTON eternal fade fix'd flowers gale gaz'd gaze gleams glory golden ear grave green grove hand hark hast hath heart heaven Highland hill hills holy Hottentot Boy hour infant land leaves life's light little hour lonely Lord lov'd mighty morn mountain bell mountains nest night o'er painted skins pale pass'd PSALM rest rill round rude scene seem'd serene shade simple plan sing SKIDDAW skies sleep smile soar soft song soul spirit spread Star of Bethlehem storm summer sweet tear thee thine thou art tree vale voice W. B. CLARKE wave weary wild wind wing wintry woods youth
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Стр. vii - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown : The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Стр. 2 - Apples plants of such a price, No Tree could ever bear them twice. With Cedars chosen by his hand, From Lebanon he stores the Land. And makes the hollow Seas, that roar, Proclaim the Ambergris on shore.
Стр. 12 - So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.
Стр. vi - The purple heath and golden broom, On moory mountains catch the gale, O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, The violet in the vale; But this bold floweret climbs the hill, Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Plays on the margin of the rill, Peeps round the fox's den.
Стр. 32 - The auburn nut that held thee, swallowing down Thy yet close-folded latitude of boughs And all thine embryo vastness at a gulp.
Стр. 82 - Disasters, do the best we can, Will reach both great and small And he is oft the wisest man, Who is not wise at all.
Стр. 40 - Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem : But one alone the Saviour speaks ; It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Стр. 85 - THE GREEN LINNET BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet. My last year's friends together.
Стр. 19 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not.
Стр. 84 - And, as a fagot sparkles on the hearth, Not less if unattended and alone, Than when both young and old sit gathered round, And take delight in its activity, Even so this happy creature of herself Is all-sufficient; solitude to her Is blithe society; she fills the air With gladness and involuntary songs.