The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Svazek 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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Strana 1
... fires , And to the wild recess - revenged - retires ; Her talons unexpended lightnings arm , And high resentments ... fire the tyrant's sole domain , And let that fiend o'er flames and ruins reign ; Doomed like the Rebel Angel , to be ...
... fires , And to the wild recess - revenged - retires ; Her talons unexpended lightnings arm , And high resentments ... fire the tyrant's sole domain , And let that fiend o'er flames and ruins reign ; Doomed like the Rebel Angel , to be ...
Strana 4
... fires the wood , And as they hemmed that grim horizon in , Each read in each the terrors of the scene . Some feared - accusing conscience waked the fear , — The DAY of wrath and retribution near , Deemed that they heard that thundrous ...
... fires the wood , And as they hemmed that grim horizon in , Each read in each the terrors of the scene . Some feared - accusing conscience waked the fear , — The DAY of wrath and retribution near , Deemed that they heard that thundrous ...
Strana 16
... fire , the earthquake , or the wind- But in the still small voice , the conscious fear , The trembling hope , the deep transported mind : - Such is His presence , in such temple shrined ! THE LUCK OF EDEN - HALL . BY J. H. 16 THE ...
... fire , the earthquake , or the wind- But in the still small voice , the conscious fear , The trembling hope , the deep transported mind : - Such is His presence , in such temple shrined ! THE LUCK OF EDEN - HALL . BY J. H. 16 THE ...
Strana 22
... fires Musgrave's brain , — So help him all the Powers of Light ! — He rushes to the festal train , And snatches up that goblet bright ! With three brave bounds the lawn he crossed , The fourth it seats him on his steed ; " Now , Luath ...
... fires Musgrave's brain , — So help him all the Powers of Light ! — He rushes to the festal train , And snatches up that goblet bright ! With three brave bounds the lawn he crossed , The fourth it seats him on his steed ; " Now , Luath ...
Strana 24
... fire , nor died with them- Surviving all its sisters , but was left Sole grace of Night's dishonoured diadem ! At every bound , that giant courser cleft The reeling earth with adamantine hoof ; - And , as of all her solid heart bereft ...
... fire , nor died with them- Surviving all its sisters , but was left Sole grace of Night's dishonoured diadem ! At every bound , that giant courser cleft The reeling earth with adamantine hoof ; - And , as of all her solid heart bereft ...
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art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blest bliss bloom blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charms cheek child clouds cold courser dark dear death deep dream earth fading fair fancy farewell fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glow Godiva gondolier grave green grief hand Harebells hath heart heaven hope hour hyæna J. G. LOCKHART JAMES HOGG JOHN MOULTRIE kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette Literary Souvenir lonely look LORD BYRON lute lyre mirth morn mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Olmutz pale pride rapture rock round scene 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 tomb voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Strana 223 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Strana 221 - Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Strana 89 - 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, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Strana 208 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Strana 202 - 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 child-like form.
Strana 221 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Strana 155 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...
Strana 203 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young, faithful heart.
Strana 156 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men. Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again: Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.
Strana 84 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...