The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 2 tomasAlaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... - place 361 The Minstrel's Monitor 362 Childe Harold's last Pilgrimage . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles 363 Love . By Thomas Doubleday , Esq . 364 I'm not a Lover now 365 The Hour of Phantasy . By Ismael Fitzadam The Wreck CONTENTS . XV.
... - place 361 The Minstrel's Monitor 362 Childe Harold's last Pilgrimage . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles 363 Love . By Thomas Doubleday , Esq . 364 I'm not a Lover now 365 The Hour of Phantasy . By Ismael Fitzadam The Wreck CONTENTS . XV.
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And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry Alaric Alexander Watts. The Hour of Phantasy . By Ismael Fitzadam The Wreck . By Mrs. Hemans On the Death of Miss Southey . By Miss Bowles The Priestess of Vesta · Stanzas for Music . By James Hogg ...
And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry Alaric Alexander Watts. The Hour of Phantasy . By Ismael Fitzadam The Wreck . By Mrs. Hemans On the Death of Miss Southey . By Miss Bowles The Priestess of Vesta · Stanzas for Music . By James Hogg ...
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... hour ; Let self - devotion rule this righteous cause , And triumph o'er affections , customs , laws ; With Roman daring be the flag unfurled- Themselves they conquered first , and then the world ; Be this the dirge o'er Moscow's mighty ...
... hour ; Let self - devotion rule this righteous cause , And triumph o'er affections , customs , laws ; With Roman daring be the flag unfurled- Themselves they conquered first , and then the world ; Be this the dirge o'er Moscow's mighty ...
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... hour he braved , When o'er the Cross the conquering Crescent waved ? Was it for this he ploughed the Western main , To weld the struggling Negro's broken chain , - Faced his relentless hate , to frenzy fired ; Stung 6 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... hour he braved , When o'er the Cross the conquering Crescent waved ? Was it for this he ploughed the Western main , To weld the struggling Negro's broken chain , - Faced his relentless hate , to frenzy fired ; Stung 6 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
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... hour Only wants thy smile to bless it ; These woods , these walks , this leafy bower , And my lone bosom , all confess it . Sweeter smells the flower by far , " When thy foot is flitting o'er it ; Brighter glows the evening star , When ...
... hour Only wants thy smile to bless it ; These woods , these walks , this leafy bower , And my lone bosom , all confess it . Sweeter smells the flower by far , " When thy foot is flitting o'er it ; Brighter glows the evening star , When ...
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art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blest bliss bloom blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charms cheek child clouds cold courser dark dear death deep dream earth fading fair fancy farewell fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glow Godiva gondolier grave green grief hand Harebells hath heart heaven hope hour hyæna J. G. LOCKHART JAMES HOGG JOHN MOULTRIE kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette Literary Souvenir lonely look LORD BYRON lute lyre mirth morn mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Olmutz pale pride rapture rock round scene shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou art thou hast thou wert thought tomb voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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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...