The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... faces in whose smile our life Is one of Paradise ; and statues , whose white grace Is as a dream of poetry . But , hung Apart from all the rest , as if too dear For aught but solitude , was one , —it was The portrait of a lovely girl ...
... faces in whose smile our life Is one of Paradise ; and statues , whose white grace Is as a dream of poetry . But , hung Apart from all the rest , as if too dear For aught but solitude , was one , —it was The portrait of a lovely girl ...
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... face eclipsed , and sore afraid Lest that the baleful atmosphere might shroud Her light for ever ; and interlunar stars Shrank and grew dim , as when the morning shews His grey eye in the East . - Forward they passed ' Midst crumbling ...
... face eclipsed , and sore afraid Lest that the baleful atmosphere might shroud Her light for ever ; and interlunar stars Shrank and grew dim , as when the morning shews His grey eye in the East . - Forward they passed ' Midst crumbling ...
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... face , and each did press his hand Against his heart , and shunned his fellow wretch . Upon a globe of fire sat Eblis . He Was prince of all the spirits that rebelled ' Gainst God and met perdition . He was young Still ; and , but that ...
... face , and each did press his hand Against his heart , and shunned his fellow wretch . Upon a globe of fire sat Eblis . He Was prince of all the spirits that rebelled ' Gainst God and met perdition . He was young Still ; and , but that ...
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... face . The radiant Priestess from the temple past ; Yet there LEANDER staid , to catch the last Wave of her fragrant hair , the last low fall Of her white feet , so light and musical ; And then he wandered silent to a grove , To feed ...
... face . The radiant Priestess from the temple past ; Yet there LEANDER staid , to catch the last Wave of her fragrant hair , the last low fall Of her white feet , so light and musical ; And then he wandered silent to a grove , To feed ...
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... faces . Backward coiled , and crouching low , With glaring eye - balls watch thy foe , The housewife's spindle whirling round , Or thread , or straw , that on the ground Its shadow throws , by urchin sly Held out to lure thy roving eye ...
... faces . Backward coiled , and crouching low , With glaring eye - balls watch thy foe , The housewife's spindle whirling round , Or thread , or straw , that on the ground Its shadow throws , by urchin sly Held out to lure thy roving eye ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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...