The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke WhiteCarey & Lea, 1830 - 488 страници |
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... sight ; And still , with Heraldry's rich hues imprest , On the dim window glows the pictured crest . The screen unfolds its many - color'd chart ; The clock still points its moral to the heart ; That faithful monitor ' t was heaven to ...
... sight ; And still , with Heraldry's rich hues imprest , On the dim window glows the pictured crest . The screen unfolds its many - color'd chart ; The clock still points its moral to the heart ; That faithful monitor ' t was heaven to ...
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... sight . Pile rocks on rocks , bid woods and mountains rise , Eclipse her native shades , her native skies : - " Tis vain ! through Ether's pathless wilds she goes , And lights at last where all her cares repose . Sweet bird ! thy truth ...
... sight . Pile rocks on rocks , bid woods and mountains rise , Eclipse her native shades , her native skies : - " Tis vain ! through Ether's pathless wilds she goes , And lights at last where all her cares repose . Sweet bird ! thy truth ...
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... sight , She looks , and looks , and still with new delight ! Ah who , when fading of itself away , Would cloud the sunshine of his little day ! Now is the May of Life . Careering round , Joy wings his feet , Joy lifts him from the ...
... sight , She looks , and looks , and still with new delight ! Ah who , when fading of itself away , Would cloud the sunshine of his little day ! Now is the May of Life . Careering round , Joy wings his feet , Joy lifts him from the ...
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... sight he came , ' t was his to thrill A heart that loved him though in secret still . Still subject - ever on the watch to borrow Mirth of his mirth , and sorrow of his sorrow . The soul of music slumbers in the shell , Till waked and ...
... sight he came , ' t was his to thrill A heart that loved him though in secret still . Still subject - ever on the watch to borrow Mirth of his mirth , and sorrow of his sorrow . The soul of music slumbers in the shell , Till waked and ...
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... sight Down a green alley , or a squirrel then Climb the gnarl'd oak , and look and climb again , If but a moth flit by , an acorn fall , He turns their thoughts to Him who made them all ; These with unequal footsteps following fast ...
... sight Down a green alley , or a squirrel then Climb the gnarl'd oak , and look and climb again , If but a moth flit by , an acorn fall , He turns their thoughts to Him who made them all ; These with unequal footsteps following fast ...
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age to age amidst arms art thou beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath CAPEL LOFFT Charles Lamb charm clouds dark dead death deep delight dream earth eternal father fear fire flame flowers foes gaze gloom glory Gondoline grace grave Greenland grief hand hath heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White hope hour Javan land light living lonely look'd Lord lyre mind moon morning mother mountains Muse Nature's never night Note numbers o'er once pale pass'd peace Petrarch PSALM rapture rest rise rock rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star stood storm sublime sweet tears tempest thee Theodric thine thou thought tomb trembling turn'd vale Venice vex'd voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings woods youth
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Страница 138 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it; I have killed many; I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace; but do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Страница 150 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Страница 261 - Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring ; 'All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing ; For He shall have dominion O'er river, -sea, and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar.
Страница 149 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Страница 148 - I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock...
Страница 149 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet With the crews, at England's feet ; And make submission meet To our king.
Страница 150 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Страница 153 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam : For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Страница 150 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Страница 104 - WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.