The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 |
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... tear . And a troubled joy seemed yet to flow From the thought of his youth's glad hours ; And a smile passed over his wasted brow Like the sun o'er withered flowers . And his burning hands o'er his eyelids passed , To crush the tears ...
... tear . And a troubled joy seemed yet to flow From the thought of his youth's glad hours ; And a smile passed over his wasted brow Like the sun o'er withered flowers . And his burning hands o'er his eyelids passed , To crush the tears ...
Side 8
... tears away . Oh well I knew that that weary breast , Like the dove of the deluge , pined for rest . There was a ' worm i ' the bud , ' whose fold Defied the leech's art , Consumption's hectic plague - spot told A tale of a broken heart ...
... tears away . Oh well I knew that that weary breast , Like the dove of the deluge , pined for rest . There was a ' worm i ' the bud , ' whose fold Defied the leech's art , Consumption's hectic plague - spot told A tale of a broken heart ...
Side 12
... tears that started . Yes ! she bade us check the bursting tears , And drive away thoughts of sorrow , And pointed out , ' mid the circle of years , Some distant , yet joyful morrow . Some joyful morrow , when safe to home , We should ...
... tears that started . Yes ! she bade us check the bursting tears , And drive away thoughts of sorrow , And pointed out , ' mid the circle of years , Some distant , yet joyful morrow . Some joyful morrow , when safe to home , We should ...
Side 18
Night is the time to weep ; To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years ; Hopes that were angels in their birth , But perished young , like things on earth ! Night is the time to watch ; On ...
Night is the time to weep ; To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years ; Hopes that were angels in their birth , But perished young , like things on earth ! Night is the time to watch ; On ...
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... tears of his country be dried , Nor long will his love stay behind him ! Oh ! make her a grave where the sun - beams rest , When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep , like a smile from the west , From her own ...
... tears of his country be dried , Nor long will his love stay behind him ! Oh ! make her a grave where the sun - beams rest , When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep , like a smile from the west , From her own ...
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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...