The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 |
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... Anon . 236 • Couper 80 • Gifford · 183 Cowper • • 244 Rogers · 67 J. Malcolm , Esq . 233 Cowper 89 Moore 197 • · H. K. White 82 Conder ? • 94 Cowper Anon . • 159 · 226 Sir W. Scott 23 • Byron • • 156 • • • . · · • Montgomery Cowper .
... Anon . 236 • Couper 80 • Gifford · 183 Cowper • • 244 Rogers · 67 J. Malcolm , Esq . 233 Cowper 89 Moore 197 • · H. K. White 82 Conder ? • 94 Cowper Anon . • 159 · 226 Sir W. Scott 23 • Byron • • 156 • • • . · · • Montgomery Cowper .
Side viii
... Anon . · · 199 Milman Heber Campbell 160 • · 64 247 Anon . 9 · · Knox 48 • 88 Dale · · 71 Hogg 141 • Sir W. Scott 97 Cowper 216 Byron 49 C. Lloyd Newton Pollok Campbell 74 • 194 56 • 210 Kelly 229 Cowper 166 Jerningham 221 Mortality ...
... Anon . · · 199 Milman Heber Campbell 160 • · 64 247 Anon . 9 · · Knox 48 • 88 Dale · · 71 Hogg 141 • Sir W. Scott 97 Cowper 216 Byron 49 C. Lloyd Newton Pollok Campbell 74 • 194 56 • 210 Kelly 229 Cowper 166 Jerningham 221 Mortality ...
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... Anon . 65 129 164 Southey • . 191 Anon . 207 Noel 96 Moore 31 Cowper 86 Byron • 70 Burns · 240 Byron 51 Moore 225 Mrs Hemans 167 Pollok 124 W. C. R. • 3 • Heber 228 · Cowper 55 · Grahame 189 Jerningham • 169 33 35 Moore • 100 . Byron ...
... Anon . 65 129 164 Southey • . 191 Anon . 207 Noel 96 Moore 31 Cowper 86 Byron • 70 Burns · 240 Byron 51 Moore 225 Mrs Hemans 167 Pollok 124 W. C. R. • 3 • Heber 228 · Cowper 55 · Grahame 189 Jerningham • 169 33 35 Moore • 100 . Byron ...
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... Anon . 32 . • Anon . • 253 Princess Amelia 47 Herbert 101 Cowper 92 What is Life ? What is Time ? • Written in the prospect of Death , You remember Ellen , · Rev. J. Marsden H. K. White Clare 230 10 • 78 Moore • 53 3 TABLE OF FIRST ...
... Anon . 32 . • Anon . • 253 Princess Amelia 47 Herbert 101 Cowper 92 What is Life ? What is Time ? • Written in the prospect of Death , You remember Ellen , · Rev. J. Marsden H. K. White Clare 230 10 • 78 Moore • 53 3 TABLE OF FIRST ...
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... Anon . WHAT IS TIME ? I asked an aged man , a man of cares , — Wrinkled , and curved , and white with hoary hairs ; Time is the warp of life , ' he said , ' Oh tell The young , the fair , the gay , to weave it well . " I asked the ...
... Anon . WHAT IS TIME ? I asked an aged man , a man of cares , — Wrinkled , and curved , and white with hoary hairs ; Time is the warp of life , ' he said , ' Oh tell The young , the fair , the gay , to weave it well . " I asked the ...
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Anon beam beauty beneath blessed blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bright brow Byron calm charm cheek child clouds cold Cumnor dark dead dear death deep doom dream dust earth eternal fade fair Farewell father fear feel fled flowers frae gazed glory glowing gone grave grief harp hast hath heart heaven Helvellyn hope hour John Malcolm Kilmeny land life's light lisp live lonely look LORD BYRON Mariamne MINSTREL BOY morning mortal mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er peace perished band praise prayer rapture rest rose round Samian wine scene seraph shade shed shining book shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tomb trembling Twas twill vile bands voice wave ween weep wept wild winds wing youth
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Side 131 - ALL thoughts,' all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Side 24 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Side 85 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Side 222 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.
Side 85 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Side 37 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed 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. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
Side 166 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Side 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 62 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ; Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Side 22 - THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...