The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Svazek 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... faded all as with a smile of woe : And air had been a chaos dark and blighted , But for the pure rays of one lovely gem , Heaven's solitary child , which seemed excited By some superior fire , nor died with them- Surviving all its ...
... faded all as with a smile of woe : And air had been a chaos dark and blighted , But for the pure rays of one lovely gem , Heaven's solitary child , which seemed excited By some superior fire , nor died with them- Surviving all its ...
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... fading day , As to the lone and silent beach the Virgin went to pray ; And hill and wave shone brightly in the moonlight's mellow fall , But the bank of green where Mary knelt was the brightest of them all . Slow moving o'er the waters ...
... fading day , As to the lone and silent beach the Virgin went to pray ; And hill and wave shone brightly in the moonlight's mellow fall , But the bank of green where Mary knelt was the brightest of them all . Slow moving o'er the waters ...
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... while the colour of night changes not , Like the fading allurements of day ; I am changed , for all beauty to me seems a blot , While the joy of my heart is away . BY ALARIC A. WATTS . They grew together Like to D 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... while the colour of night changes not , Like the fading allurements of day ; I am changed , for all beauty to me seems a blot , While the joy of my heart is away . BY ALARIC A. WATTS . They grew together Like to D 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
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... 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 - broken exiles lie burning below ; Whilst the vessel drives on to that ...
... 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 - broken exiles lie burning below ; Whilst the vessel drives on to that ...
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... lonesome hearth , - And training ivy garlands green O'er the once gay and social scene . In beauty fading fast , Its silent trace appears , Here's to Thee, my Scottish Lassie! By the Rev John Moultrie The Shadow By John Malcolm,
... lonesome hearth , - And training ivy garlands green O'er the once gay and social scene . In beauty fading fast , Its silent trace appears , Here's to Thee, my Scottish Lassie! By the Rev John Moultrie The Shadow By John Malcolm,
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art thou beauty Behave yoursel beneath Blackwood's Magazine blest bloom blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charms cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep dream earth fading fair farewell fear flame flowers Gaul gaze gentle gleam gloom glow Godiva gondolier grave green grief Harebells hath heart heaven hope hour hyæna J. G. LOCKHART JAMES HOGG JOHN MOULTRIE life's light lips Literary Souvenir lonely look LORD BYRON lyre mirth mourn ne'er neath never night o'er Olmutz pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rapture rock round scene Scottish lassie shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou art thou hast thou wert thought throne tomb trembling voice wandering wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Strana 22 - THE SISTERS. BY ALARIC A. WATTS. They grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition; Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So with two seeming bodies, but one heart. I SAW them when their bud of life Was slowly opening into flower, Before a cloud of care or strife
Strana 195 - press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too; While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows,
Strana 73 - whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may— For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll: And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live. HART S WELL,
Strana 73 - WORK WITHOUT HOPE. LINES COMPOSED ON A DAY IN FEBRUARY. BY ST COLERIDGE, ESQ. 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,
Strana 249 - Not there, not there, my child!" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies?— Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the hreeze, And strange, bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things?" —
Strana 80 - dark and high; I used to think their slender spires Were close against the sky! It was a childish ignorance,— But now 'tis little joy To know I 'm further off from heaven, Than when I was a boy!
Strana 201 - That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates, Nor wild Malwah detain, For sweet the bliss us both awaits, By yonder western main. Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say, Across the dark blue sea; But ne'er were hearts so light and gay, As then shall meet in thee! DOMESTIC LOVE. DOMESTIC Love! not in proud palace
Strana 137 - To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief that man shall taste— Go, tell the night that hides thy face, Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, On earth's sepulchral clod, The darkening universe defy To quench his immortality, Or shake his trust in God ! SONG.
Strana 172 - ere, Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! 0 Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that thou and I were one— I 'll think it but a fond conceit; It cannot be that thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet
Strana 135 - is Mercy bids thee go, For thou ten thousand thousand years Hast seen the tide of human tears, That shall no longer flow. What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill; Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim discrowned king of day: