The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Svazek 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... things , Dreadful in all he takes and all he brings ! -But , King of Terrors ! ere thou seize thy prey , Point with a lingering dart to Moscow's fatal day ; Shake with that scene his agonizing frame , And on the wreck of nations write ...
... things , Dreadful in all he takes and all he brings ! -But , King of Terrors ! ere thou seize thy prey , Point with a lingering dart to Moscow's fatal day ; Shake with that scene his agonizing frame , And on the wreck of nations write ...
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... things — but in danger - cool ; That found'st a nation melted to thy will , And Freedom's place didst with thine image fill ; Skilled not to govern , but obey the storm , To catch the tame occasion , not to form ; Victorious only when ...
... things — but in danger - cool ; That found'st a nation melted to thy will , And Freedom's place didst with thine image fill ; Skilled not to govern , but obey the storm , To catch the tame occasion , not to form ; Victorious only when ...
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... things with small compares , in scale sublime , And death with life ! eternity with time ! Man's whole existence weighs , sifts nature's laws , And views results in the embryo of their cause ; Prepared to meet , with corresponding deeds ...
... things with small compares , in scale sublime , And death with life ! eternity with time ! Man's whole existence weighs , sifts nature's laws , And views results in the embryo of their cause ; Prepared to meet , with corresponding deeds ...
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... thing it seemed ! And gazing on thy crumbling walls , What visions meet my mental eye ! For every stone of thine recalls Some trace of years gone by , — Some cherished bliss , too frail to last , Some hope decayed , or passion past ...
... thing it seemed ! And gazing on thy crumbling walls , What visions meet my mental eye ! For every stone of thine recalls Some trace of years gone by , — Some cherished bliss , too frail to last , Some hope decayed , or passion past ...
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... thing the crowd Will worship , cringe to , and obey . But look thou upon Nature's face , As the young poet loves to look ; And lean thou where the willow leans , O'er the low murmur of the brook : Or worship thou the midnight sky , In ...
... thing the crowd Will worship , cringe to , and obey . But look thou upon Nature's face , As the young poet loves to look ; And lean thou where the willow leans , O'er the low murmur of the brook : Or worship thou the midnight sky , In ...
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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: