The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... Hath trifled former knowings . MACBETH . THE sun went down in splendour ; -as he went , A crimson glory streaked the occident , Lingering like hope ; and clouds were floating , bright As ruby islands in a sea of light ; - Awhile they ...
... Hath trifled former knowings . MACBETH . THE sun went down in splendour ; -as he went , A crimson glory streaked the occident , Lingering like hope ; and clouds were floating , bright As ruby islands in a sea of light ; - Awhile they ...
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... hath rested - where the weary rest ! Yes , though while present those we loved might err In many actions though the mind prefer A stranger at the moment , for some boon Of nature , chance , or art , which falls in tune With passing whim ...
... hath rested - where the weary rest ! Yes , though while present those we loved might err In many actions though the mind prefer A stranger at the moment , for some boon Of nature , chance , or art , which falls in tune With passing whim ...
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... hath power To clear those clouds which stained a peevish hour ; — Call recollections from their pensive gloom , Like kind , but injured spectres from the tomb— Accusing with their smiles . Oh , this should move The soul to those it ...
... hath power To clear those clouds which stained a peevish hour ; — Call recollections from their pensive gloom , Like kind , but injured spectres from the tomb— Accusing with their smiles . Oh , this should move The soul to those it ...
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... hath its power , When gentle woman , sobbing and subdued , Breathed forth her vow of holy gratitude , Warm as the contrite Mary's , when - forgiven- An angel smiled , recording it in heaven ! IV . THE MORNING AFTER THE STORM . O heavens ...
... hath its power , When gentle woman , sobbing and subdued , Breathed forth her vow of holy gratitude , Warm as the contrite Mary's , when - forgiven- An angel smiled , recording it in heaven ! IV . THE MORNING AFTER THE STORM . O heavens ...
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... hath not felt That , while we grasp , the rainbow bliss will melt ; That hopes , like clouds which gleam across the moon , Soon pass away , and lose their light as soon ! The weltering mass she folds , but yesternight Heaved warm with ...
... hath not felt That , while we grasp , the rainbow bliss will melt ; That hopes , like clouds which gleam across the moon , Soon pass away , and lose their light as soon ! The weltering mass she folds , but yesternight Heaved warm with ...
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BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bliss bloom blue blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth fade fair Farewell fate fear feel flame flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre HERBERT KNOWLES hill hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's lute lyre merry heart morn murmuring ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought tomb Twas visions voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing youth
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Página 354 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Página 69 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 184 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Página 94 - I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Has any Roman soldier...
Página 153 - 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...
Página 260 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Página 355 - Seek out— less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Página 317 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Página 69 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Página 139 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...