The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... bliss , too frail to last , Some hope decayed , -or passion past ! Ay , thoughts come thronging on my soul , Of sunny youth's delightful morn ; When free from sorrow's dark control , By pining cares unworn , — Dreaming of Fame and ...
... bliss , too frail to last , Some hope decayed , -or passion past ! Ay , thoughts come thronging on my soul , Of sunny youth's delightful morn ; When free from sorrow's dark control , By pining cares unworn , — Dreaming of Fame and ...
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... bliss ; And if good luck attends our call , " T is due on such sweet night as this : " The dance lead up , the dance lead down , The dance lead round our favourite tree ; If now even Oberon wears a frown , A false and froward churl is ...
... bliss ; And if good luck attends our call , " T is due on such sweet night as this : " The dance lead up , the dance lead down , The dance lead round our favourite tree ; If now even Oberon wears a frown , A false and froward churl is ...
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... bliss gone by ; · And mourn the stern , severe decree That hath but left me - thoughts of thee ! In youth's gay hours , ' mid Pleasure's bowers , When all was sunshine , mirth , and flowers , We met - I bent the adoring knee , And told ...
... bliss gone by ; · And mourn the stern , severe decree That hath but left me - thoughts of thee ! In youth's gay hours , ' mid Pleasure's bowers , When all was sunshine , mirth , and flowers , We met - I bent the adoring knee , And told ...
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... bliss Every pulse of thy heart found a response in mine ; When the storm upon us came , I may merit thy blame , But so sweet was our sadness I could not repine . Forgive me if I deemed Fate kinder than she seemed , If I smiled at the ...
... bliss Every pulse of thy heart found a response in mine ; When the storm upon us came , I may merit thy blame , But so sweet was our sadness I could not repine . Forgive me if I deemed Fate kinder than she seemed , If I smiled at the ...
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... bliss ; And as he winds his flower - fringed path along , Delighted wakes his own full - hearted song . What are his joys to mine ? The groves are green , And fair the flowers ; and there are ever seen By him the mountain's breast , the ...
... bliss ; And as he winds his flower - fringed path along , Delighted wakes his own full - hearted song . What are his joys to mine ? The groves are green , And fair the flowers ; and there are ever seen By him the mountain's breast , the ...
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Страница 223 - 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...
Страница 221 - 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...
Страница 89 - 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.
Страница 208 - 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.
Страница 202 - 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.
Страница 221 - 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.
Страница 155 - 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...
Страница 203 - 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.
Страница 156 - 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.
Страница 84 - 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...