Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 páginas |
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... Song 150 · Lochinvar 151 LAMB . Lullaby on an Infant Chief 153 Hellvellyn . 153 The Gipsy's Malison • 105 Jock of Hazeldean . 155 Hester 105 Nora's Vow . 156 Sonnets 106 On an Infant Dying as soon as Born 108 SOTHEBY . Salvator ...
... Song 150 · Lochinvar 151 LAMB . Lullaby on an Infant Chief 153 Hellvellyn . 153 The Gipsy's Malison • 105 Jock of Hazeldean . 155 Hester 105 Nora's Vow . 156 Sonnets 106 On an Infant Dying as soon as Born 108 SOTHEBY . Salvator ...
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... Song 196 On a Tear 220 The Burial of Sir John Moore 222 Song .298 . 368 Buonaparte Mariana The Merman The Mermaid Lilian. HOGG . The Stranded Ship The Wee Housie The Broken Heart Mary Gray The Skylark An Arabian Song CLARE . 225 226 228 ...
... Song 196 On a Tear 220 The Burial of Sir John Moore 222 Song .298 . 368 Buonaparte Mariana The Merman The Mermaid Lilian. HOGG . The Stranded Ship The Wee Housie The Broken Heart Mary Gray The Skylark An Arabian Song CLARE . 225 226 228 ...
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... Song . 330 Song . 295 Madrigal 330 Woman 295 A Pastoral Song 331 Stanzas 296 Song 332 The Blood Horse 297 Economy . .333 King Death Dirge 299 Serenade 300 POLLOK . Life 301 To a Wounded Singing Maternal Love . 337 Bird 302 The ...
... Song . 330 Song . 295 Madrigal 330 Woman 295 A Pastoral Song 331 Stanzas 296 Song 332 The Blood Horse 297 Economy . .333 King Death Dirge 299 Serenade 300 POLLOK . Life 301 To a Wounded Singing Maternal Love . 337 Bird 302 The ...
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... song , And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! To me alone there came a thought of grief ; A timely utterance gave that thought relief , And I again am strong ; The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No ...
... song , And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! To me alone there came a thought of grief ; A timely utterance gave that thought relief , And I again am strong ; The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No ...
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... song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business , love , or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside , And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part , — Filling from time to time his ...
... song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business , love , or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside , And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part , — Filling from time to time his ...
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Página 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Página 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Página 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Página 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Página 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Página 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Página 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.