The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Bind 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... and dizzy stair , And gained its ivy - mantled brow ; But broken - ruined - who may dare Ascend that pathway now ? Life was an upward journey then ; When shall my spirit mount again ? The steps in youth I loved to tread , Have.
... and dizzy stair , And gained its ivy - mantled brow ; But broken - ruined - who may dare Ascend that pathway now ? Life was an upward journey then ; When shall my spirit mount again ? The steps in youth I loved to tread , Have.
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... brow Far overhead bedims the noontide hour , Making a sepulchre of all below . An awe is on the place : a presence here Incumbent broods , to which all creatures bow . He comes ! he comes ! not riding on the sphere- Not in the fire ...
... brow Far overhead bedims the noontide hour , Making a sepulchre of all below . An awe is on the place : a presence here Incumbent broods , to which all creatures bow . He comes ! he comes ! not riding on the sphere- Not in the fire ...
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... brow : For , as the chord her finger sweeps , Ofttimes she checks her simple song , To chide the forward chance that keeps Lord Musgrave from her arms so long : And listens , as the wind sweeps by , His steed's familiar step to hear ...
... brow : For , as the chord her finger sweeps , Ofttimes she checks her simple song , To chide the forward chance that keeps Lord Musgrave from her arms so long : And listens , as the wind sweeps by , His steed's familiar step to hear ...
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... brow Of sorrowful Night , hung dim and tremblingly , As if their little lamps not long could glow ; And when the Pale Steed on the earth alighted , They faded all as with a smile of woe : And air had been a chaos dark and blighted , But ...
... brow Of sorrowful Night , hung dim and tremblingly , As if their little lamps not long could glow ; And when the Pale Steed on the earth alighted , They faded all as with a smile of woe : And air had been a chaos dark and blighted , But ...
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... haughty look , an eagle - glance and clear , But his proud heart through his breastplate shook , when he stood beside the bier ! He stood there still , with a drooping brow , Richard Cœur de Lion at the Bier of his Father By Hemans.
... haughty look , an eagle - glance and clear , But his proud heart through his breastplate shook , when he stood beside the bier ! He stood there still , with a drooping brow , Richard Cœur de Lion at the Bier of his Father By Hemans.
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abbot art thou beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blest bloom blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charms cheek clouds cold Congreve rockets coursers dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth fading fair fairy fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glow Godiva gondolier grave green grief Harebells hath heard heart heaven hope hour immortal Song JAMES HOGG JOHN MOULTRIE land life's light lips Literary Gazette Literary Souvenir lonely look LORD BYRON mirth morn muse ne'er never night o'er pale prayer rock rose round scene shade shine shore sigh silent silent empire skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit star star by star stream sweet tears thee thine THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou art thou hast thou wert thought tomb tree voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 30 - ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Side 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.
Side 336 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 221 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Side 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.
Side 96 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...