The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Bind 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... beauty weeps ; And vengeance , soon to wake like Sampson , sleeps , Shrouded in flame , the Imperial City low Like Dagon's temple falls - but falls to crush the foe ! Tyrant ! think not SHE unavenged shall burn ; Thou too hast much to ...
... beauty weeps ; And vengeance , soon to wake like Sampson , sleeps , Shrouded in flame , the Imperial City low Like Dagon's temple falls - but falls to crush the foe ! Tyrant ! think not SHE unavenged shall burn ; Thou too hast much to ...
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... 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 dare ...
... 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 dare ...
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... Beauty moved not , where she once was chief , — No tone commanding left the lips of Pride ; But ever , ever did Despair and Grief Beat heavy on all hearts , with leaden hands ; Till to the fear of death , was death relief .. And many ...
... Beauty moved not , where she once was chief , — No tone commanding left the lips of Pride ; But ever , ever did Despair and Grief Beat heavy on all hearts , with leaden hands ; Till to the fear of death , was death relief .. And many ...
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... beauty , light , and life , and love were rising , — No death could conquer , and no sorrow mar : Aperient dews descended , as baptising A new creation with their crystal rain ; And light , the universal space comprising , The thronging ...
... beauty , light , and life , and love were rising , — No death could conquer , and no sorrow mar : Aperient dews descended , as baptising A new creation with their crystal rain ; And light , the universal space comprising , The thronging ...
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... beauty . The result may readily be anticipated — a storm arose , and the vessel having struck upon the black rock of Inchidony , went down with all her crew , not one of whom was ever afterwards heard of ! THE evening star rose ...
... beauty . The result may readily be anticipated — a storm arose , and the vessel having struck upon the black rock of Inchidony , went down with all her crew , not one of whom was ever afterwards heard of ! THE evening star rose ...
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art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blest bliss bloom blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charms cheek child clouds cold courser dark dear death deep dream earth fading fair fancy farewell fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glow Godiva gondolier grave green grief hand Harebells hath heart heaven hope hour hyæna J. G. LOCKHART JAMES HOGG JOHN MOULTRIE kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette Literary Souvenir lonely look LORD BYRON lute lyre mirth morn mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Olmutz pale pride rapture rock round scene shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou art thou hast thou wert thought tomb 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 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...
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 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 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.
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 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.
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 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...