The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 2 tomasAlaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... faded all as with a smile of woe : And air had been a chaos dark and blighted , But for the pure rays of one lovely gem , Heaven's solitary child , which seemed excited By some superior fire , nor died with them— Surviving all its ...
... faded all as with a smile of woe : And air had been a chaos dark and blighted , But for the pure rays of one lovely gem , Heaven's solitary child , which seemed excited By some superior fire , nor died with them— Surviving all its ...
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... fading day , As to the lone and silent beach the Virgin went to pray ; And hill and wave shone brightly in the moonlight's mellow fall , But the bank of green where Mary knelt was the brightest of them all . Slow moving o'er the waters ...
... fading day , As to the lone and silent beach the Virgin went to pray ; And hill and wave shone brightly in the moonlight's mellow fall , But the bank of green where Mary knelt was the brightest of them all . Slow moving o'er the waters ...
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... while the colour of night changes not , Like the fading allurements of day ; I am changed , for all beauty to me seems a blot , While the joy of my heart is away . THE SISTERS . BY ALARIC A. WATTS . They grew D 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM . 35.
... while the colour of night changes not , Like the fading allurements of day ; I am changed , for all beauty to me seems a blot , While the joy of my heart is away . THE SISTERS . BY ALARIC A. WATTS . They grew D 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM . 35.
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... Fading and false is the aspect it wears , As the smiles we put on , just to cover our tears ; And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know , Like heart - broken exiles lie burning below ; Whilst the vessel drives on to that ...
... Fading and false is the aspect it wears , As the smiles we put on , just to cover our tears ; And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know , Like heart - broken exiles lie burning below ; Whilst the vessel drives on to that ...
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... lonesome hearth , - And training ivy garlands green O'er the once gay and social scene . In beauty fading fast , Its silent trace appears , Here's to Thee, my Scottish Lassie! By the Rev John Moultrie The Shadow By John Malcolm,
... lonesome hearth , - And training ivy garlands green O'er the once gay and social scene . In beauty fading fast , Its silent trace appears , Here's to Thee, my Scottish Lassie! By the Rev John Moultrie The Shadow By John Malcolm,
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The Poetical Album– And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 2 tomas Alaric Alexander Watts Visos knygos peržiūra - 1829 |
The Poetical Album– And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 2 tomas Alaric Alexander Watts Visos knygos peržiūra - 1829 |
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223 psl. - 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...
89 psl. - 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.
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208 psl. - 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.
336 psl. - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...
221 psl. - 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.
155 psl. - 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...
221 psl. - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
156 psl. - 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.
96 psl. - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...