The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive PoetryAlaric Alexander Watts Wells and Lilly, 1828 - 395 ページ |
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... winds that hurl the giant oak From Snowdon's altitude ; -the thunder broke In deep , percussive , peals -- so near , that earth Shook as it threatened a volcano's birth ; And while the angled lightning quivered by ( Like types of a ...
... winds that hurl the giant oak From Snowdon's altitude ; -the thunder broke In deep , percussive , peals -- so near , that earth Shook as it threatened a volcano's birth ; And while the angled lightning quivered by ( Like types of a ...
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... wind ; Alas , too late , compunction wrings his breast , - His child hath rested - where the weary rest ! Yes , though while present those we loved might err In many actions - though the mind prefer A stranger at the moment , for some ...
... wind ; Alas , too late , compunction wrings his breast , - His child hath rested - where the weary rest ! Yes , though while present those we loved might err In many actions - though the mind prefer A stranger at the moment , for some ...
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... wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return ; With over - weathered ribs , and ragged sails , Lean , rent , and beggared by the strumpet wind ! MERCHANT OF VENICE . AN anxious , lingering , perilous voyage past , An India ship hailed ...
... wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return ; With over - weathered ribs , and ragged sails , Lean , rent , and beggared by the strumpet wind ! MERCHANT OF VENICE . AN anxious , lingering , perilous voyage past , An India ship hailed ...
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... wind - touched harp , Came floating through the room . By glimpses seen , As o'er the lattices the moonlight played And lighted up its waters , shone the lake , With its white swans , like spirits , gliding on Its isles of floating ...
... wind - touched harp , Came floating through the room . By glimpses seen , As o'er the lattices the moonlight played And lighted up its waters , shone the lake , With its white swans , like spirits , gliding on Its isles of floating ...
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... wind , a shower of gold Hung from a crown of stars , and four white steeds Were harnessed by spring blossoms to the car Whereon she stood . Her eye was on a youth , Graceful as young Endymion when the moon Shed her pale 18 ALBUM . THE ...
... wind , a shower of gold Hung from a crown of stars , and four white steeds Were harnessed by spring blossoms to the car Whereon she stood . Her eye was on a youth , Graceful as young Endymion when the moon Shed her pale 18 ALBUM . THE ...
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BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bliss bloom blue blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep dreams earth fade fair Farewell fate feel flame fled flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's loveliness lute lyre morning murmur ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round S. T. COLERIDGE scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thought tomb Twas voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing young youth
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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...