The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... Wandering in light o'er her white brow ; a shower Of rose leaves lay amid the raven curls Of her long hair and on her neck . That morn Around her slender waist and graceful head She had bound new - blown buds . But all fair things Are ...
... Wandering in light o'er her white brow ; a shower Of rose leaves lay amid the raven curls Of her long hair and on her neck . That morn Around her slender waist and graceful head She had bound new - blown buds . But all fair things Are ...
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... wandering look Drinks pale confusion ; the wide scene is dim ; Its all of firm or fleeting , near or far , Deep rolling clouds beneath , and wavering mists That flit above him with their transient shades , And storm - deriding rocks ...
... wandering look Drinks pale confusion ; the wide scene is dim ; Its all of firm or fleeting , near or far , Deep rolling clouds beneath , and wavering mists That flit above him with their transient shades , And storm - deriding rocks ...
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... wander , may I ne'er forget All that I owe to thee ; and O may ne'er My frailties tempt me to abjure that debt ! And what , if far from thee my star must set , Hast thou not hearts that shall with sadness hear The tale , and some fair ...
... wander , may I ne'er forget All that I owe to thee ; and O may ne'er My frailties tempt me to abjure that debt ! And what , if far from thee my star must set , Hast thou not hearts that shall with sadness hear The tale , and some fair ...
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... wander o'er ! And who can tell what raptures high Now bless your immortality ! My boyish days are nearly gone , — My breast is not unsullied now ; And worldly cares and woes will soon Cut their deep furrows on my brow , — And life will ...
... wander o'er ! And who can tell what raptures high Now bless your immortality ! My boyish days are nearly gone , — My breast is not unsullied now ; And worldly cares and woes will soon Cut their deep furrows on my brow , — And life will ...
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... wandering airs they faint On the dark , the silent stream , The Champak odours fail , Like sweet thoughts in a dream . The nightingale's complaint , It dies upon her heart : - As I must on thine , Beloved as thou art ! The gentle dews ...
... wandering airs they faint On the dark , the silent stream , The Champak odours fail , Like sweet thoughts in a dream . The nightingale's complaint , It dies upon her heart : - As I must on thine , Beloved as thou art ! The gentle dews ...
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Страница 169 - 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...
Страница 102 - 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 Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
Страница 89 - 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.