The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... gleam of arms , up the sweeping aisle , with a mail - clad leader came . He came with haughty look , an eagle - glance and clear , But his proud heart through his breastplate shook , when he stood beside the bier ! He stood there still ...
... gleam of arms , up the sweeping aisle , with a mail - clad leader came . He came with haughty look , an eagle - glance and clear , But his proud heart through his breastplate shook , when he stood beside the bier ! He stood there still ...
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... gleam around , And victor shout , and trumpet sound , Far o'er the landscape ring ! But heard through all is the monarch's cry , And echo peals it to the sky , - " A king - yet , yet a king ! " SONG . " HERE'S TO THEE , MY SCOTTISH ...
... gleam around , And victor shout , and trumpet sound , Far o'er the landscape ring ! But heard through all is the monarch's cry , And echo peals it to the sky , - " A king - yet , yet a king ! " SONG . " HERE'S TO THEE , MY SCOTTISH ...
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... gleam of parting day ; Fain would I view my boyhood's haunts by eve's decreasing light ; It may not be the sun has set — and all around is night ! Farewell , ye scenes to memory dear - Time warns me to depart ; I dare not speak ...
... gleam of parting day ; Fain would I view my boyhood's haunts by eve's decreasing light ; It may not be the sun has set — and all around is night ! Farewell , ye scenes to memory dear - Time warns me to depart ; I dare not speak ...
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... gleam Of fire and moonlight suited well a theme Of pensive converse , unallied to gloom ; Ours varied like the subjects of a dream ; And turned , at last , upon the silent tomb , Earth's goal for hoary age , and beauty's smiling bloom ...
... gleam Of fire and moonlight suited well a theme Of pensive converse , unallied to gloom ; Ours varied like the subjects of a dream ; And turned , at last , upon the silent tomb , Earth's goal for hoary age , and beauty's smiling bloom ...
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... gleam , — A thing of sunshine and of showers , Of dying leaves and falling flowers . Who would not bear the darkest sphere That such a rainbow comes to cheer ? Ay , turn and wail above the tomb , Where sleep the wreck of youth and bloom ...
... gleam , — A thing of sunshine and of showers , Of dying leaves and falling flowers . Who would not bear the darkest sphere That such a rainbow comes to cheer ? Ay , turn and wail above the tomb , Where sleep the wreck of youth and bloom ...
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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...