The Harp of the Wilderness; Or, Flowers of Modern Fugitive PoetrySimpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1836 - 353 páginas |
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... Hours . Battle of Blenheim Waterloo the Baltic Heber 95 L. E. Landon 129 Wilson 176 Shelley 188 J. Montgomery 201 I. Fitzadam 309 Bryant 342 Southey 58 Byron 109 Campbell 181 Life Love · Lines with the Autumnal Crocus Love's Young INDEX ...
... Hours . Battle of Blenheim Waterloo the Baltic Heber 95 L. E. Landon 129 Wilson 176 Shelley 188 J. Montgomery 201 I. Fitzadam 309 Bryant 342 Southey 58 Byron 109 Campbell 181 Life Love · Lines with the Autumnal Crocus Love's Young INDEX ...
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... . Hemans 115 .Barry Cornwall 118 • A. A. Watts 119 Wilson 127 Wiffen 130 L. E. Landon 141 Hogg 142 • Wordsworth 144 The Twilight Hour Kennedy 145 The Fisherman • The Death of the Flowers The Unknown INDEX OF SUBJECTS . xi.
... . Hemans 115 .Barry Cornwall 118 • A. A. Watts 119 Wilson 127 Wiffen 130 L. E. Landon 141 Hogg 142 • Wordsworth 144 The Twilight Hour Kennedy 145 The Fisherman • The Death of the Flowers The Unknown INDEX OF SUBJECTS . xi.
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... hour All night the booming minute gun Away - away - why dost thou linger here And thou art dead - as young and fair ... hours Page . 44 45 . 82 . 108 . 119 . 127 . 129 . 135 . 148 . 164 . 185 . 190 . 213 . 218 285 • . 294 309 337 .352 ...
... hour All night the booming minute gun Away - away - why dost thou linger here And thou art dead - as young and fair ... hours Page . 44 45 . 82 . 108 . 119 . 127 . 129 . 135 . 148 . 164 . 185 . 190 . 213 . 218 285 • . 294 309 337 .352 ...
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... hour His was a harp just fit to pour How beautiful upon the wave Her mighty sails the breezes swell I am come back to my bower I would I were a fairy , as light as falling snows 51 34 40 . 111 121 . 125 146 · 149 153 174 176 . 188 196 ...
... hour His was a harp just fit to pour How beautiful upon the wave Her mighty sails the breezes swell I am come back to my bower I would I were a fairy , as light as falling snows 51 34 40 . 111 121 . 125 146 · 149 153 174 176 . 188 196 ...
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... hour I love the best Is she not beautiful ? reposing there I look'd upon his brow - no sign I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn I loved thee , daughter of my heart I do not love thee 1 - no ! I do not love thee ! I bid thee ...
... hour I love the best Is she not beautiful ? reposing there I look'd upon his brow - no sign I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn I loved thee , daughter of my heart I do not love thee 1 - no ! I do not love thee ! I bid thee ...
Términos y frases comunes
art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath bird blessed bliss bloom blue bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek CHELMSFORD child cloud dark dead death deep dost dream E'en earth faded faded thing fair fame fancy crown farewell fled flowers gaze gentle glad gleaming gloom glory glow gone grave green grief happy HARP hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn HEMANS hope hour L. E. LANDON leaf leaves life's light lips lone look lute lyre Magdalene MARY HOWITT mirth morn mother mountain never night o'er pale repose rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shade sigh silent sings skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring star storm stream summer sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought thy dreams tree Twas voice wakeful eye wallflower wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Página 70 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Página 106 - 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 185 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Página 170 - 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 childlike form.
Página 36 - SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now. Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea!
Página 172 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon...
Página 180 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Página 36 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast...
Página 142 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and home!
Página 181 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day ; All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse and hunting-spear; Hounds are in their couples yelling. Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they: Waken, lords and ladies gay...