The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... once beguile My tedious hours , and lighten every toil , — I now resign you ! Nor with fainting heart ; For pass a few short years , or days , or hours , And happier seasons may their dawn unfold , And all your sacred fellowship restore ...
... once beguile My tedious hours , and lighten every toil , — I now resign you ! Nor with fainting heart ; For pass a few short years , or days , or hours , And happier seasons may their dawn unfold , And all your sacred fellowship restore ...
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... once ennobled and correct , His mind surveyed the tragic page , And what the actor could effect , The scholar could presage . These were his traits of worth ; - And must we lose them now ! And shall the scene no more shew forth His ...
... once ennobled and correct , His mind surveyed the tragic page , And what the actor could effect , The scholar could presage . These were his traits of worth ; - And must we lose them now ! And shall the scene no more shew forth His ...
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... They tore the sceptre from his graspless hand ; And on those fields , where once his will was law , Left him for winds to waste and beasts to gnaw . Some pious Thebans , when the storm was past , 30 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... They tore the sceptre from his graspless hand ; And on those fields , where once his will was law , Left him for winds to waste and beasts to gnaw . Some pious Thebans , when the storm was past , 30 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
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... once the greatest monarch of the hour . His bones are dust - his very name unknown ! — Go , learn from him the vanity of power ; Seek not the frame's corruption to controul , But build a lasting mansion for thy soul . New Monthly ...
... once the greatest monarch of the hour . His bones are dust - his very name unknown ! — Go , learn from him the vanity of power ; Seek not the frame's corruption to controul , But build a lasting mansion for thy soul . New Monthly ...
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... once so high , Which mortal vanity had piled As emblems of Eternity ! And deemed the stately domes , whose forms Frowned in their majesty sublime , Would stand unshaken by the storms That gathered round the brow of Time . Thou desolate ...
... once so high , Which mortal vanity had piled As emblems of Eternity ! And deemed the stately domes , whose forms Frowned in their majesty sublime , Would stand unshaken by the storms That gathered round the brow of Time . Thou desolate ...
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