The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... well that in that Elfin wood He breathed the supplicating charm , Which binds the Guardians of the good To shield from all unearthly harm . Scarce had the night's pale Lady staid Her chariot o'er 18 , THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... well that in that Elfin wood He breathed the supplicating charm , Which binds the Guardians of the good To shield from all unearthly harm . Scarce had the night's pale Lady staid Her chariot o'er 18 , THE POETICAL ALBUM .
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... charm's begun . Where'er they trip , where'er they tread , A daisy or a bluebell springs , And not a dew - drop shines o'erhead , But falls within their charmed rings . " The dance lead up , the dance lead down , The dance lead round ...
... charm's begun . Where'er they trip , where'er they tread , A daisy or a bluebell springs , And not a dew - drop shines o'erhead , But falls within their charmed rings . " The dance lead up , the dance lead down , The dance lead round ...
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... charms away the lady's cares , And bids the mother's heart rejoice . " Sleep sweetly , babe ! " ' t was heard to say ; " But if the goblet break or fall , Farewell thy vantage in the fray ! Farewell the luck of Eden - hall ! " - Though ...
... charms away the lady's cares , And bids the mother's heart rejoice . " Sleep sweetly , babe ! " ' t was heard to say ; " But if the goblet break or fall , Farewell thy vantage in the fray ! Farewell the luck of Eden - hall ! " - Though ...
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... charm beguile All mortal cares , and eyes the prattling throng With rapture - rising heart , and a thanksgiving tongue ! G THE GRAVE OF KÖRNER . BY MRS . HEMANS . THE POETICAL ALBUM . 81 The Family Picture By Sir Aubrey De Vere Hunt, Bart.
... charm beguile All mortal cares , and eyes the prattling throng With rapture - rising heart , and a thanksgiving tongue ! G THE GRAVE OF KÖRNER . BY MRS . HEMANS . THE POETICAL ALBUM . 81 The Family Picture By Sir Aubrey De Vere Hunt, Bart.
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... charm and grace of this fair maid ; For in his narrative the story's end Was long with fond prolixity delayed ; Though ' rightly fancy had its close portrayed Before I heard it . Who but might have guessed That one so ripe for heaven ...
... charm and grace of this fair maid ; For in his narrative the story's end Was long with fond prolixity delayed ; Though ' rightly fancy had its close portrayed Before I heard it . Who but might have guessed That one so ripe for heaven ...
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Términos y frases comunes
abbot art thou beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blest bloom blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charms cheek clouds cold Congreve rockets coursers dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth fading fair fairy fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glow Godiva gondolier grave green grief Harebells hath heard heart heaven hope hour immortal Song JAMES HOGG JOHN MOULTRIE land life's light lips Literary Gazette Literary Souvenir lonely look LORD BYRON mirth morn muse ne'er never night o'er pale prayer rock rose round scene shade shine shore sigh silent silent empire skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit star star by star stream sweet tears thee thine THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou art thou hast thou wert thought tomb tree voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 223 - 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...
Página 89 - 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.
Página 30 - ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Página 208 - 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.
Página 336 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...
Página 221 - 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.
Página 155 - 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 221 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Página 156 - 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.
Página 96 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...