The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 2 tomasAlaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... hear The bodings of thy future dark career ; Fate to the poet trusts her iron leaf , Fraught with thy ruin - read it and be brief , - Then to thy senate flee , to tell the tale Of Russia's full revenge , Gaul's deep indignant wail . -It ...
... hear The bodings of thy future dark career ; Fate to the poet trusts her iron leaf , Fraught with thy ruin - read it and be brief , - Then to thy senate flee , to tell the tale Of Russia's full revenge , Gaul's deep indignant wail . -It ...
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... hear no more to day ; Throw physic to the dogs , -for I am sick on't ! ' Literary Magnet . GORDALE . THESE are thy fragments , thus in chaos strewn , Magnificent though ruined world ! nor power Less than divine hath through the ...
... hear no more to day ; Throw physic to the dogs , -for I am sick on't ! ' Literary Magnet . GORDALE . THESE are thy fragments , thus in chaos strewn , Magnificent though ruined world ! nor power Less than divine hath through the ...
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... from her arms so long : And listens , as the wind sweeps by , His steed's familiar step to hear : - " Peace , beating heart ! ' twas but the cry And foot - fall of the distant deer . " C In , lady , to thy bower ! fast weep.
... from her arms so long : And listens , as the wind sweeps by , His steed's familiar step to hear : - " Peace , beating heart ! ' twas but the cry And foot - fall of the distant deer . " C In , lady , to thy bower ! fast weep.
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... ! " Thus sing the Fays ; -Lord Musgrave hears Their shrill sweet song , and eager eyes The radiant show , despite the fears That to his bounding bosom rise . But soft ! the minstrelsy declines ; The morris ceases 20 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... ! " Thus sing the Fays ; -Lord Musgrave hears Their shrill sweet song , and eager eyes The radiant show , despite the fears That to his bounding bosom rise . But soft ! the minstrelsy declines ; The morris ceases 20 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
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... hear thee bless thy son ! " Speak to me : -mighty grief ere now the dust hath stirred ; Hear me , but hear me ! -father , chief , my king ! I must be heard ! - Hushed , hushed ! —how is it that I call , and that thou answerest not ...
... hear thee bless thy son ! " Speak to me : -mighty grief ere now the dust hath stirred ; Hear me , but hear me ! -father , chief , my king ! I must be heard ! - Hushed , hushed ! —how is it that I call , and that thou answerest not ...
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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...
221 psl. - 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...
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.
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.
202 psl. - 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.
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...
203 psl. - 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.
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.
84 psl. - 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...