The Harp of the Wilderness; Or, Flowers of Modern Fugitive PoetrySimpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1836 - Počet stran: 353 |
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Strana xi
... Wind The Lost Star The Youthful King The Minstrel The Thorn . The Somnambulist The Aspen Leaf To the Ivy . . The Treasures of the Deep The Flight of Xerxes The Chapel on the Cliff The Quarrel of Friends To a Water Fowl . The Spanish ...
... Wind The Lost Star The Youthful King The Minstrel The Thorn . The Somnambulist The Aspen Leaf To the Ivy . . The Treasures of the Deep The Flight of Xerxes The Chapel on the Cliff The Quarrel of Friends To a Water Fowl . The Spanish ...
Strana xix
... wind moans around me : there's a mood 52 · The way was long , the wind was cold . 54 There is a thorn - it looks so old 55 · Thy bower , with vine unshaded The wind is sweeping o'er the hill 61 · . 98 . 109 There was a sound of a ...
... wind moans around me : there's a mood 52 · The way was long , the wind was cold . 54 There is a thorn - it looks so old 55 · Thy bower , with vine unshaded The wind is sweeping o'er the hill 61 · . 98 . 109 There was a sound of a ...
Strana xx
... wind blows . 140 With little here to do or see . 165 Waken , lords and ladies gay . 183 What know we of the glorious sights which bless an infant's dream ? . 211 When those eyes have forgotten the smile they wear now . 225 Will you not ...
... wind blows . 140 With little here to do or see . 165 Waken , lords and ladies gay . 183 What know we of the glorious sights which bless an infant's dream ? . 211 When those eyes have forgotten the smile they wear now . 225 Will you not ...
Strana 31
... winds are sighing Where summer breezes strayed ; Winter mists are lying Where the sunbeams played ; Hope , the sprite that gladdens , Flees upon the blast , Memory , that but saddens , Lingers to the last : - Telling of the roses ...
... winds are sighing Where summer breezes strayed ; Winter mists are lying Where the sunbeams played ; Hope , the sprite that gladdens , Flees upon the blast , Memory , that but saddens , Lingers to the last : - Telling of the roses ...
Strana 37
... and one Shook his immortal showers upon the air . That music hath ascended to the sun ; - But where the other ? -Speak ! ye dells and trees ! THE EVENING WIND . BRYANT . SPIRIT that breathest through THE WILDERNESS . 37 A STILL PLACE. ...
... and one Shook his immortal showers upon the air . That music hath ascended to the sun ; - But where the other ? -Speak ! ye dells and trees ! THE EVENING WIND . BRYANT . SPIRIT that breathest through THE WILDERNESS . 37 A STILL PLACE. ...
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art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath bird blessed bliss bloom blue bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek CHELMSFORD child cloud dark dead death deep dost dream E'en earth faded faded thing fair fame fancy crown farewell fled flowers gaze gentle glad gleaming gloom glory glow gone grave green grief happy HARP hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn HEMANS hope hour L. E. LANDON leaf leaves life's light lips lone look lute lyre Magdalene MARY HOWITT mirth morn mother mountain never night o'er pale repose rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shade sigh silent sings skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring star storm stream summer sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought thy dreams tree Twas voice wakeful eye wallflower wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Strana 70 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Strana 106 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Strana 185 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Strana 170 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Strana 36 - SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now. Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea!
Strana 172 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon...
Strana 180 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Strana 36 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast...
Strana 142 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and home!
Strana 181 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day ; All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse and hunting-spear; Hounds are in their couples yelling. Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they: Waken, lords and ladies gay...