The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... wild recess - revenged - retires ; Her talons unexpended lightnings arm , And high resentments all her courage warm . Tempt not , thou fiend of France ! her arduous track ; Ambition spurs thee on - defeat shall goad thee back . False ...
... wild recess - revenged - retires ; Her talons unexpended lightnings arm , And high resentments all her courage warm . Tempt not , thou fiend of France ! her arduous track ; Ambition spurs thee on - defeat shall goad thee back . False ...
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... wild notes warble , and their life - blood flows . There , Truth courts access , and would ALL engage , Lavish as youth - experienced as age ; Proud Science there , with purest Nature twined , In THE POETICAL ALBUM . 9.
... wild notes warble , and their life - blood flows . There , Truth courts access , and would ALL engage , Lavish as youth - experienced as age ; Proud Science there , with purest Nature twined , In THE POETICAL ALBUM . 9.
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... wild beauty on my sight , Thy time - worn tower arose , Brightening above the wreck of years , Like FAITH amid a world of fears ! I climbed its dark and dizzy stair , And gained its ivy - mantled brow ; But broken - ruined - who may ...
... wild beauty on my sight , Thy time - worn tower arose , Brightening above the wreck of years , Like FAITH amid a world of fears ! I climbed its dark and dizzy stair , And gained its ivy - mantled brow ; But broken - ruined - who may ...
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... wild and withering woe Hath seared my trusting heart since then ! What clouds of blight , consuming slow The springs that life sustain , — Have o'er my world - vexed spirit past , Sweet Kirkstall , since I saw thee last ! How bright is ...
... wild and withering woe Hath seared my trusting heart since then ! What clouds of blight , consuming slow The springs that life sustain , — Have o'er my world - vexed spirit past , Sweet Kirkstall , since I saw thee last ! How bright is ...
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... wild and high , The soul to nobly dare , - Oh where are they , stern ruin , say ? — Thou dost but echo - WHERE ARE THEY ? Farewell ! Be still to other hearts What thou wert long ago to mine ; And when the blissful dream departs , Do ...
... wild and high , The soul to nobly dare , - Oh where are they , stern ruin , say ? — Thou dost but echo - WHERE ARE THEY ? Farewell ! Be still to other hearts What thou wert long ago to mine ; And when the blissful dream departs , Do ...
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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...