The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive PoetryAlaric Alexander Watts Wells and Lilly, 1828 - 395 ページ |
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... Head of Tyrtus . By L. E. L. Balak and Balaam 295 296 297 · 298 299 · 300 301 302 . 303 304 306 • 307 309 310 . 311 312 313 • 314 The Eye 316 • The Cup of Circe 317 Lines written in an Album . By Walter Paterson , Esq . 318 Amor Patriæ ...
... Head of Tyrtus . By L. E. L. Balak and Balaam 295 296 297 · 298 299 · 300 301 302 . 303 304 306 • 307 309 310 . 311 312 313 • 314 The Eye 316 • The Cup of Circe 317 Lines written in an Album . By Walter Paterson , Esq . 318 Amor Patriæ ...
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... head , Then bounding off , gazed fierce and spirited ; The watch - dog bayed ; the patient steer drew nigh— There was a calm petition in his eye ; Unsocial birds forsook the wild woods far And pecked and fluttered at the lattice bar ...
... head , Then bounding off , gazed fierce and spirited ; The watch - dog bayed ; the patient steer drew nigh— There was a calm petition in his eye ; Unsocial birds forsook the wild woods far And pecked and fluttered at the lattice bar ...
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... head Could trifle with the heart ! The cloud that spread Its chilling veil between them , now had past- Too long awaking - but they woke at last ! He rushed where clung the fainting fair one - sought To soothe with hopes he felt not ...
... head Could trifle with the heart ! The cloud that spread Its chilling veil between them , now had past- Too long awaking - but they woke at last ! He rushed where clung the fainting fair one - sought To soothe with hopes he felt not ...
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... heads - one pang -- they strove no more ! He did not love unloved ; for she who prest That clay - cold hand so madly to ... head Rests calm and pale - the grave their bridal bed . Literary Gazette . SONNET ON PARTING WITH HIS BOOKS . BY ...
... heads - one pang -- they strove no more ! He did not love unloved ; for she who prest That clay - cold hand so madly to ... head Rests calm and pale - the grave their bridal bed . Literary Gazette . SONNET ON PARTING WITH HIS BOOKS . BY ...
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... head She had bound new - blown buds . But all fair things Are very fragile , and each scattered bloom Had fallen from the loosened braid : even those Prisoners in the soft hand , which lay like snow Upon the grass , had half escaped ...
... head She had bound new - blown buds . But all fair things Are very fragile , and each scattered bloom Had fallen from the loosened braid : even those Prisoners in the soft hand , which lay like snow Upon the grass , had half escaped ...
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95 ページ - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
95 ページ - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
214 ページ - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
102 ページ - I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how?
214 ページ - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
89 ページ - Seek out— less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
121 ページ - We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations : The Roman empire has begun and ended, New worlds have risen, we have lost old nations ; And countless kings have into dust been humbled, While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled.
71 ページ - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
126 ページ - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
169 ページ - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...