The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of Standard and Fugitive Poetry, Including a Few Translations Hitherto UnpublishedJohn Anderson, 1822 - Počet stran: 388 |
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Strana viii
... Twas when the Seas were Roaring , Marcelia , Melrose Abbey , Waller , 238 Gray , 239 Gay , 244 Procter , 245 Sir W. Scott , 247 The Last Song , To my Candle , The Fairy's Invitation , Stanzas on Spring , . Procter , ib . Wolcot , 248 ...
... Twas when the Seas were Roaring , Marcelia , Melrose Abbey , Waller , 238 Gray , 239 Gay , 244 Procter , 245 Sir W. Scott , 247 The Last Song , To my Candle , The Fairy's Invitation , Stanzas on Spring , . Procter , ib . Wolcot , 248 ...
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... Twas at the silent solemn hour , ' Twas eve's pensive twilight , the valley was grey , 328 134 35 ' Twas night , and weary nature lull'd asleep , 160 " Twas noon of night , when round the pole , 150 " Twas when the seas were roaring ...
... Twas at the silent solemn hour , ' Twas eve's pensive twilight , the valley was grey , 328 134 35 ' Twas night , and weary nature lull'd asleep , 160 " Twas noon of night , when round the pole , 150 " Twas when the seas were roaring ...
Strana 9
... and chill his feeble form ! ' Tis Madness ' self , that sighs the livelong night , And to the pale moon pours his sorrowing song ! ' Twas erst , an aged ghost embroil'd the night A 3 COMMON - PLACE BOOK . 9 Madness, Norgate,
... and chill his feeble form ! ' Tis Madness ' self , that sighs the livelong night , And to the pale moon pours his sorrowing song ! ' Twas erst , an aged ghost embroil'd the night A 3 COMMON - PLACE BOOK . 9 Madness, Norgate,
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... Twas erst , an aged ghost embroil'd the night , When Julia , ' midst the sinking sea - men's howl , Alone was silent - was alone resign'd , — And in a world of waters made her grave . The shattered vessel sunk , -this wretch escap'd ...
... Twas erst , an aged ghost embroil'd the night , When Julia , ' midst the sinking sea - men's howl , Alone was silent - was alone resign'd , — And in a world of waters made her grave . The shattered vessel sunk , -this wretch escap'd ...
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... twas a soul That has no portraiture on earth , a beam As we have heard of angels , where no lips Are wanted to give utterance to the thought ; Her eye was radiant thought . Yet when her voice Spoke to me , or at evening o'er her lute ...
... twas a soul That has no portraiture on earth , a beam As we have heard of angels , where no lips Are wanted to give utterance to the thought ; Her eye was radiant thought . Yet when her voice Spoke to me , or at evening o'er her lute ...
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Strana 53 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Strana 187 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Strana 270 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Strana 247 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Strana 235 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out...
Strana 304 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Strana 189 - If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of Death...
Strana 229 - Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
Strana 85 - Erin, my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But, alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
Strana 4 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.