The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... Charm . From the Spanish Stanzas PAGE . 204 • . 205 206 207 208 Evening Thoughts 209 The Northern Star 211 The Incognita 212 To a Butterfly resting on a Skull . By Mrs. Hemans 213 Where is He ? By Henry Neele , Esq . 214 The War of the ...
... Charm . From the Spanish Stanzas PAGE . 204 • . 205 206 207 208 Evening Thoughts 209 The Northern Star 211 The Incognita 212 To a Butterfly resting on a Skull . By Mrs. Hemans 213 Where is He ? By Henry Neele , Esq . 214 The War of the ...
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... charm were thrown ) His hand , his lips , grew motionless as stone ; The drunkness of his heart no more deceives- The thunder growls , the surge - smote vessel heaves ; And while aghast he stared , a hurrying squall Rent the wide awning ...
... charm were thrown ) His hand , his lips , grew motionless as stone ; The drunkness of his heart no more deceives- The thunder growls , the surge - smote vessel heaves ; And while aghast he stared , a hurrying squall Rent the wide awning ...
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... charm , When Cato spoke in him alive , Or Hotspur kindled warm . What soul was not resigned entire To the deep sorrows of the Moor ? What English heart was not on fire With him at Ode, written for Recitation at the Farewell Dinner in ...
... charm , When Cato spoke in him alive , Or Hotspur kindled warm . What soul was not resigned entire To the deep sorrows of the Moor ? What English heart was not on fire With him at Ode, written for Recitation at the Farewell Dinner in ...
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... charm the pallid children of the North ! Thou art in London , which , when thou wert new , Was what Thebes is , a wilderness and waste , Where savage beasts more savage men pursue ; A scene by nature cursed , —by man disgraced . Now ...
... charm the pallid children of the North ! Thou art in London , which , when thou wert new , Was what Thebes is , a wilderness and waste , Where savage beasts more savage men pursue ; A scene by nature cursed , —by man disgraced . Now ...
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... brilliant and serene- Oh ! still a melancholy smile Gleams upon nature's aspect fair , To charm the eye a little while , Ere ruin spreads his mantle there ! Thou desolate and dying year ! Since Time entwined thy To the Dying Year.
... brilliant and serene- Oh ! still a melancholy smile Gleams upon nature's aspect fair , To charm the eye a little while , Ere ruin spreads his mantle there ! Thou desolate and dying year ! Since Time entwined thy To the Dying Year.
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