British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].1820 |
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... thoughts and feelings ; whose lives are but long and silent dreams of romantic pleasure and poetic wonderment ; who almost adore the matchless fancies of genuine bards and love them as interpreters and guardians of those visionary ...
... thoughts and feelings ; whose lives are but long and silent dreams of romantic pleasure and poetic wonderment ; who almost adore the matchless fancies of genuine bards and love them as interpreters and guardians of those visionary ...
Página xii
... thoughts gilded my dreams , my vision was a proof of mental exist- ǝnce when the bodily sense had passed away . I have a great desire to attempt giving publicity to my dream , but I be- fore told you how limited are my powers of ...
... thoughts gilded my dreams , my vision was a proof of mental exist- ǝnce when the bodily sense had passed away . I have a great desire to attempt giving publicity to my dream , but I be- fore told you how limited are my powers of ...
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... thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of Song . Keep this cup , which is now o'erflowing , To grace your revel when I'm at rest ; Never , oh ! never , its balm bestowing On lips that beauty hath seldom blest ! But ...
... thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of Song . Keep this cup , which is now o'erflowing , To grace your revel when I'm at rest ; Never , oh ! never , its balm bestowing On lips that beauty hath seldom blest ! But ...
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... thought which paineth Is that we no more may meet . These are words of deeper sorrow Than the wail above the dead ; Both shall live , but every morrow Wake us from a widow'd bed . And when thou wouldst solace gather , When our child's ...
... thought which paineth Is that we no more may meet . These are words of deeper sorrow Than the wail above the dead ; Both shall live , but every morrow Wake us from a widow'd bed . And when thou wouldst solace gather , When our child's ...
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... thoughts we cannot bridle Force their way withont the will.— Fare thee well ! -thus disunited , Torn from every nearer tie , Seared in heart , and lone , and blighted-- More than this I scarce can die . FRIENDSHIP , LOVE , AND TRUTH ...
... thoughts we cannot bridle Force their way withont the will.— Fare thee well ! -thus disunited , Torn from every nearer tie , Seared in heart , and lone , and blighted-- More than this I scarce can die . FRIENDSHIP , LOVE , AND TRUTH ...
Términos y frases comunes
Ave Maris Stella bards battle battle of Corunna beams beauty blest bosom brave breast breath bright calm charms clouds cold Culloden dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth Erin Erin go bragh fair fame fancy farewell feel flowers friends gaze glory glow goblet grave green grief harp hast hath heart heaven hope Horace Twiss hour ladies gay light Lochiel lonely Lord Byron mingle Moore morning mountain mourn murmur Muse ne'er never night Norsemen numbers o'er R. B. SHERIDAN rapture remember roam rose round scene shed shine shore sigh silent SIR PETER PARKER sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sparkle spirit Star storm stream sweet tear tell tempests thee thine thou art thought thro Twas twilight twine vex'd voice Walter Scott wandering waters wave weep wild wind youth
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Página 41 - 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.
Página 222 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Página 222 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 240 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 28 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 96 - Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Página 99 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small Cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
Página 42 - 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. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Página 225 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Página 2 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.