Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 pages |
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... Poet's Epitaph 101 To the Bramble Flower 102 Farewell to the Muse 149 Hunting Song 150 · Lochinvar 151 LAMB . Lullaby on an Infant Chief 153 Hellvellyn . 153 The Gipsy's Malison • 105 Jock of Hazeldean . 155 Hester 105 Nora's Vow . 156 ...
... Poet's Epitaph 101 To the Bramble Flower 102 Farewell to the Muse 149 Hunting Song 150 · Lochinvar 151 LAMB . Lullaby on an Infant Chief 153 Hellvellyn . 153 The Gipsy's Malison • 105 Jock of Hazeldean . 155 Hester 105 Nora's Vow . 156 ...
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... Poet's Bridal Day Song 206 A wet Sheet and a flowing Sea HUNT . . 208 CROLY . 250 • 251 The Tuileries , from " Paris in 1815 " Pericles and Aspasia . 256 257 Lines Written at Spithead . 258 Leonidas 259 The Death of Leonidas . 260 211 ...
... Poet's Bridal Day Song 206 A wet Sheet and a flowing Sea HUNT . . 208 CROLY . 250 • 251 The Tuileries , from " Paris in 1815 " Pericles and Aspasia . 256 257 Lines Written at Spithead . 258 Leonidas 259 The Death of Leonidas . 260 211 ...
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... Poet for Poets : " from the beginning of his career , he " FIT audience found though few ; " but his reception as a Poet for universal man , is of very recent date . His lack of popularity was owing , partly to that taste for the French ...
... Poet for Poets : " from the beginning of his career , he " FIT audience found though few ; " but his reception as a Poet for universal man , is of very recent date . His lack of popularity was owing , partly to that taste for the French ...
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... Poet of the existing age , and second only to him who is " for all time . " The style of Wordsworth is essentially vernacular , ―at once vigorous and simple . He is ever true to nature ; and , therefore , if we except Shakspeare , no ...
... Poet of the existing age , and second only to him who is " for all time . " The style of Wordsworth is essentially vernacular , ―at once vigorous and simple . He is ever true to nature ; and , therefore , if we except Shakspeare , no ...
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... Poet of your own , One who ne'er ventured for a Delphic crown To sue the God ; but , haunting your green shade All seasons through , is humbly pleased to braid Ground - flowers , beneath your guardianship , self sown . Farewell ! no ...
... Poet of your own , One who ne'er ventured for a Delphic crown To sue the God ; but , haunting your green shade All seasons through , is humbly pleased to braid Ground - flowers , beneath your guardianship , self sown . Farewell ! no ...
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Page 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Page 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Page 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Page 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd 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. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Page 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Page 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.