The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... lonely bower had sighed for him A fond fair Bride , whose infant Cherubim Oft spirit - clouded from its playthings crept , To weep beside its mother while she wept . But O , they met at length ! And such sweet days Already proved as ...
... lonely bower had sighed for him A fond fair Bride , whose infant Cherubim Oft spirit - clouded from its playthings crept , To weep beside its mother while she wept . But O , they met at length ! And such sweet days Already proved as ...
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... loneliness , and grief ; And thus , divested of its pride , It withers like the yellow leaf ! Oh ! such is life's autumnal bower , When plundered of its summer bloom ! And such is life's autumnal hour , Which heralds man unto the tomb ...
... loneliness , and grief ; And thus , divested of its pride , It withers like the yellow leaf ! Oh ! such is life's autumnal bower , When plundered of its summer bloom ! And such is life's autumnal hour , Which heralds man unto the tomb ...
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... lonely tent ; Like Brutus midst his slumbering host Startled by Cæsar's stalwart ghost . Night is the time to muse ; Then from the eye the soul Takes flight , and with expanding views , Beyond the starry pole ; Descries , athwart the ...
... lonely tent ; Like Brutus midst his slumbering host Startled by Cæsar's stalwart ghost . Night is the time to muse ; Then from the eye the soul Takes flight , and with expanding views , Beyond the starry pole ; Descries , athwart the ...
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... cold radiance on them hung ; They stood upon that lonely brow , Like spirits loosed from human woe , And pausing , ere they spread the plume Above that waste of storm and gloom . To linger there was death , -but there Was that.
... cold radiance on them hung ; They stood upon that lonely brow , Like spirits loosed from human woe , And pausing , ere they spread the plume Above that waste of storm and gloom . To linger there was death , -but there Was that.
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... heart , to earth is given ; But dark and lonely is the eye That turns not , at its eve , to heaven . New Times . THE KITTEN . BY JOANNA BAILLIE . WANTON drole , 66 THE POETICAL ALBUM . Evening By the Rev George Croly.
... heart , to earth is given ; But dark and lonely is the eye That turns not , at its eve , to heaven . New Times . THE KITTEN . BY JOANNA BAILLIE . WANTON drole , 66 THE POETICAL ALBUM . Evening By the Rev George Croly.
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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...