The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 |
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... thou art gone before us , 160 By others , blest with genius ' rays , 169 Child of the dust , I heard thee mourn , 83 Farewell , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye skies , 240 Farewell ! if ever fondest prayer , 168 Farewell to ...
... thou art gone before us , 160 By others , blest with genius ' rays , 169 Child of the dust , I heard thee mourn , 83 Farewell , thou fair day , thou green earth , and ye skies , 240 Farewell ! if ever fondest prayer , 168 Farewell to ...
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... Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee , 218 129 ........ 78 31 32 25 36 90 89 97 62 40 76 33 74 64 28 88 % 58 % 5 8 8 2 2 2 × 28 56 100 67 225 101 Though the heart that sorrow chideth , Time speeds away CONTENTS . xiii.
... Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee , 218 129 ........ 78 31 32 25 36 90 89 97 62 40 76 33 74 64 28 88 % 58 % 5 8 8 2 2 2 × 28 56 100 67 225 101 Though the heart that sorrow chideth , Time speeds away CONTENTS . xiii.
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... thou simple flower , For thou art gay , and I am lone , Thy beauty died with childhood's hour , The heart's ease from my path is gone . Anon . WHAT IS TIME ? I asked an aged man , a man of cares , — Wrinkled , and curved , and white ...
... thou simple flower , For thou art gay , and I am lone , Thy beauty died with childhood's hour , The heart's ease from my path is gone . Anon . WHAT IS TIME ? I asked an aged man , a man of cares , — Wrinkled , and curved , and white ...
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... thou art ! Oh ! I could gaze for ever Upon that waxen face : So passionless ! so ' pure ! The little shrine was sure An Angel's dwelling place . Thou weepest , childless mother ! Aye weep , - ' twill ease thine heart ! He was thy first ...
... thou art ! Oh ! I could gaze for ever Upon that waxen face : So passionless ! so ' pure ! The little shrine was sure An Angel's dwelling place . Thou weepest , childless mother ! Aye weep , - ' twill ease thine heart ! He was thy first ...
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... thou art desolate ! And then to lie and weep , And think the live - long night , Feeding thine own distress With accurate greediness Of every past delight .. Of all his winning ways , His pretty , playful smiles , His joy at sight of ...
... thou art desolate ! And then to lie and weep , And think the live - long night , Feeding thine own distress With accurate greediness Of every past delight .. Of all his winning ways , His pretty , playful smiles , His joy at sight of ...
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多く使われている語句
Anon beam beauty beneath blessed blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bright brow Byron calm charm cheek child clouds cold Cumnor dark dead dear death deep doom dream dust earth eternal fade fair Farewell father fear feel fled flowers frae gazed glory glowing gone grave grief harp hast hath heart heaven Helvellyn hope hour John Malcolm Kilmeny land life's light lisp live lonely look LORD BYRON Mariamne MINSTREL BOY morning mortal mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er peace perished band praise prayer rapture rest rose round Samian wine scene seraph shade shed shining book shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tomb trembling Twas twill vile bands voice wave ween weep wept wild winds wing youth
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131 ページ - ALL thoughts,' all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
24 ページ - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
85 ページ - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
222 ページ - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.
85 ページ - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
37 ページ - Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
166 ページ - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
37 ページ - 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.
62 ページ - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ; Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
22 ページ - THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...