Poetic gems: partly original; but chiefly selected from the best authors: by S. BlackburnG. Dennis, 1833 - 240 sider |
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... slumber in the earth , The boon of immortality To them was giv'n with vital birth . They WERE ; and , having been , they ARE ! Earth but contains their mould'ring dust ; Their deathless spirits , near or far , With thine must rise to ...
... slumber in the earth , The boon of immortality To them was giv'n with vital birth . They WERE ; and , having been , they ARE ! Earth but contains their mould'ring dust ; Their deathless spirits , near or far , With thine must rise to ...
Side 33
... learn To form its wishes right . Secure the conqueror in his tent In quiet slumber lies ; The toils and honours of the day In dreams again arise . F But , Henry ! didst thou hear without That faint 33 The Battle of Crecy Southey.
... learn To form its wishes right . Secure the conqueror in his tent In quiet slumber lies ; The toils and honours of the day In dreams again arise . F But , Henry ! didst thou hear without That faint 33 The Battle of Crecy Southey.
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... slumber ; And pray'd for composure when I shall receive My summons , to add to their desolate number . Sweet scenes of endearment , fond joys of my youth ! When life is declining , and all things depart , I still may rejoice in this ...
... slumber ; And pray'd for composure when I shall receive My summons , to add to their desolate number . Sweet scenes of endearment , fond joys of my youth ! When life is declining , and all things depart , I still may rejoice in this ...
Side 64
... slumber with the dead . " And more I thought ; when , up the stairs , With " longing , ling'ring looks , " he crept , To mark of man the childish cares , His playthings carefully he kept . Thus mortals , on life's later stage , When ...
... slumber with the dead . " And more I thought ; when , up the stairs , With " longing , ling'ring looks , " he crept , To mark of man the childish cares , His playthings carefully he kept . Thus mortals , on life's later stage , When ...
Side 81
... slumber still , Exempted from all human ill ; A parent's love thy peace should free , And ask its wounds again for thee . Sleep on , my child , thy slumber brief Too soon shall melt away to grief— Too soon the dawn of woe shall break ...
... slumber still , Exempted from all human ill ; A parent's love thy peace should free , And ask its wounds again for thee . Sleep on , my child , thy slumber brief Too soon shall melt away to grief— Too soon the dawn of woe shall break ...
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age to age Anon art thou beauty beneath blessed bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Cambyses charm cheerful child clouds COLCHESTER cold cried crimson-tipped dark dead dear death delight dread E'en earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaz'd Gelert glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour hush'd kiss kiss of love learned friend life's light lonely look look'd lov'd lyre morning mother mountain Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd paths of glory peace pleasure poor rill rock round scene seem'd seraph shade shadows roll shine sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell tempest Thebes thee thine thou thought to-morrow tomb tree truth Twas Twill voice wandering wild wind wings young youth
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Side 108 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and...
Side 72 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Side 233 - The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Side 111 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 142 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Side 236 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Side 234 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of, Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
Side 145 - MUMMY (AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION) Horace Smith And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago. When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Side 110 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Side 109 - The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton, here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...