The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... flowers that promised best , And where not sure - perplexed , but pleased - I guessed At such as seemed the fairest . SECOND SERIES . BYRON . LONDON : HURST , CHANCE , AND CO . ST . PAUL'S CHURCH - YARD . YOUR I 431330B 12 + 1 LONDON ...
... flowers that promised best , And where not sure - perplexed , but pleased - I guessed At such as seemed the fairest . SECOND SERIES . BYRON . LONDON : HURST , CHANCE , AND CO . ST . PAUL'S CHURCH - YARD . YOUR I 431330B 12 + 1 LONDON ...
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... Flower . By Miss L. E. Landon Fidelity . From the Spanish I think of Thee . By Alaric A. Watts Song . By Mrs. Charles Gore · The Field of Gilboa . By William Knox 5868 57 59 61 62 63 65 66 67 69 70 71 73 74 Behave Yoursel ' before Folk ...
... Flower . By Miss L. E. Landon Fidelity . From the Spanish I think of Thee . By Alaric A. Watts Song . By Mrs. Charles Gore · The Field of Gilboa . By William Knox 5868 57 59 61 62 63 65 66 67 69 70 71 73 74 Behave Yoursel ' before Folk ...
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... flower . By D. M. Moir , Esq 212 The Red Fisherman . By W. M. Praed , Esq . 214 Autumn . By John Keats 221 Lines written on a Blank Leaf of Moore's Irish Melodies 222 Friends . By James Montgomery , Esq . 223 Solitude . By John Malcolm ...
... flower . By D. M. Moir , Esq 212 The Red Fisherman . By W. M. Praed , Esq . 214 Autumn . By John Keats 221 Lines written on a Blank Leaf of Moore's Irish Melodies 222 Friends . By James Montgomery , Esq . 223 Solitude . By John Malcolm ...
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... Flowers . By Thomas Campbell , Esq . Holyrood . By Miss L. E. Landon ib . 333 334 The Moon . By Miss L. E. Landon Song . By the Rev. J. Wolfe Woman . By the Rev. E. Barnard Comparison 335 • 336 337 ib . The Ship's Return . By Miss ...
... Flowers . By Thomas Campbell , Esq . Holyrood . By Miss L. E. Landon ib . 333 334 The Moon . By Miss L. E. Landon Song . By the Rev. J. Wolfe Woman . By the Rev. E. Barnard Comparison 335 • 336 337 ib . The Ship's Return . By Miss ...
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... flower by far , " When thy foot is flitting o'er it ; Brighter glows the evening star , When thine eye , love ! glows before it . KIRKSTALL ABBEY REVISITED . The echoes of thy vaults are THE POETICAL ALBUM . = 11 Canzonet By D M Moir,
... flower by far , " When thy foot is flitting o'er it ; Brighter glows the evening star , When thine eye , love ! glows before it . KIRKSTALL ABBEY REVISITED . The echoes of thy vaults are THE POETICAL ALBUM . = 11 Canzonet By D M Moir,
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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 221 - Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
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 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 202 - 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 child-like form.
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 203 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young, faithful heart.
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 84 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...