The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
À l'intérieur du livre
Résultats 1-5 sur 62
Page 26
... dear accent that despair withstands : Till on the peak , which , barren all and black , Still towered aloft , did one pale lover lie , Left with the loved one he would not forsake . She seemed to view him with a spirit's eye , Full of ...
... dear accent that despair withstands : Till on the peak , which , barren all and black , Still towered aloft , did one pale lover lie , Left with the loved one he would not forsake . She seemed to view him with a spirit's eye , Full of ...
Page 49
... no cloud to hide Their dear resplendences ; Nor chase from Zara's side Dreams bright and pure as these . E IRREGULAR ODE , ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON . THE POETICAL ALBUM . 49 Serenade from the Spanish By J G Lockhart,
... no cloud to hide Their dear resplendences ; Nor chase from Zara's side Dreams bright and pure as these . E IRREGULAR ODE , ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON . THE POETICAL ALBUM . 49 Serenade from the Spanish By J G Lockhart,
Page 53
... dear— Too loved of all to die . I know not what hath seared mine eye ; The tears refuse to start ! But every drop its lids deny Falls dreary on my heart . Yes ! deep and heavy - one by one , They sink , and turn to care ; As caverned ...
... dear— Too loved of all to die . I know not what hath seared mine eye ; The tears refuse to start ! But every drop its lids deny Falls dreary on my heart . Yes ! deep and heavy - one by one , They sink , and turn to care ; As caverned ...
Page 54
... Dear flood ! and owns a tyrant's sway ? A living fire that draught should be , To melt his craven heart away ! Streams where a poet sings , or patriot bleeds , Instinct with spirit flow , and generous deeds . Sweet , nameless Spring ...
... Dear flood ! and owns a tyrant's sway ? A living fire that draught should be , To melt his craven heart away ! Streams where a poet sings , or patriot bleeds , Instinct with spirit flow , and generous deeds . Sweet , nameless Spring ...
Page 66
... dear — Time warns me to depart ; I dare not speak — conflicting griefs are busy at my heart ; To other eyes thy shades may still all bright and beauteous be ; But never more can they - be bright and beautiful to me ! THE SECRET . In a ...
... dear — Time warns me to depart ; I dare not speak — conflicting griefs are busy at my heart ; To other eyes thy shades may still all bright and beauteous be ; But never more can they - be bright and beautiful to me ! THE SECRET . In a ...
Table des matières
70 | |
77 | |
86 | |
92 | |
98 | |
106 | |
122 | |
129 | |
136 | |
142 | |
153 | |
157 | |
169 | |
177 | |
183 | |
191 | |
206 | |
183 | |
194 | |
202 | |
268 | |
273 | |
282 | |
288 | |
295 | |
301 | |
308 | |
316 | |
322 | |
328 | |
334 | |
340 | |
347 | |
353 | |
359 | |
367 | |
373 | |
379 | |
393 | |
Autres éditions - Tout afficher
The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2 Alaric Alexander Watts Affichage du livre entier - 1829 |
The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2 Alaric Alexander Watts Affichage du livre entier - 1829 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
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
Fréquemment cités
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 221 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Page 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.
Page 96 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...