The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 第 2 巻Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... Night A Picture . By Percy Bysshe Shelley To Death . From the German of Glück . By Professor Wilson 125 127 129 131 The Mariner's Dream . By William Dimond 132 • First Love's Recollections . By John Clare 134 Bolton Abbey 136 • To the ...
... Night A Picture . By Percy Bysshe Shelley To Death . From the German of Glück . By Professor Wilson 125 127 129 131 The Mariner's Dream . By William Dimond 132 • First Love's Recollections . By John Clare 134 Bolton Abbey 136 • To the ...
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... night . Roused by the flames , the blast , with rushing sound , Both fed and fanned the ruin that it found . Long stood each stately tower , and column high , And saw the molten gulf beneath them lie ; Long reared their heads the ...
... night . Roused by the flames , the blast , with rushing sound , Both fed and fanned the ruin that it found . Long stood each stately tower , and column high , And saw the molten gulf beneath them lie ; Long reared their heads the ...
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... night more hideous work hath done , Than whole campaigns beneath a southern sun . Spoiled Child of Fortune ! could the murdered Turk , Or wronged Iberian view thy ghastly work , They'd sheathe the ' vengeful blade , and clearly see ...
... night more hideous work hath done , Than whole campaigns beneath a southern sun . Spoiled Child of Fortune ! could the murdered Turk , Or wronged Iberian view thy ghastly work , They'd sheathe the ' vengeful blade , and clearly see ...
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... night , still dreamed by day , To rule o'er kings , as these o'er subjects sway ; Nor dared thy mitred Mentor set thee right , Thou art not Philip's son - nor he the Stagyrite ! And lo , thy dread , thy hate ! the Queen of Isles ...
... night , still dreamed by day , To rule o'er kings , as these o'er subjects sway ; Nor dared thy mitred Mentor set thee right , Thou art not Philip's son - nor he the Stagyrite ! And lo , thy dread , thy hate ! the Queen of Isles ...
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... night . ' ' Fond of strong beer , too ? ' ' Mainly — drink three quarts . ' ' Marry ! I wonder not then at your pains ; But take you this ; an ' it stir not your ribs , Why then there is no virtue left in rhubarb . Begone ! and see me ...
... night . ' ' Fond of strong beer , too ? ' ' Mainly — drink three quarts . ' ' Marry ! I wonder not then at your pains ; But take you this ; an ' it stir not your ribs , Why then there is no virtue left in rhubarb . Begone ! and see me ...
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223 ページ - 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...
221 ページ - 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...
89 ページ - 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.
208 ページ - 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.
202 ページ - 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.
221 ページ - 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.
155 ページ - 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...
203 ページ - 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.
156 ページ - 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.
84 ページ - 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...