Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore, Scott [and Others] : with Many Fugitive Pieces of Distinguished Merit |
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... never charm again ! **** ON DISCRETION OF CHARACTER . Crabbe . ' Tis right , ' tis just , to feel contempt for vice ; But he that shews it may be over - nice . There are who feel , when young , the false sublime , And proudly love to ...
... never charm again ! **** ON DISCRETION OF CHARACTER . Crabbe . ' Tis right , ' tis just , to feel contempt for vice ; But he that shews it may be over - nice . There are who feel , when young , the false sublime , And proudly love to ...
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... never dull . I lived - I loved - I quaffed like thee- I died let earth my bones resign : Fill up - thou canʼst not injure me , The worm hath fouler lips than thine . Better to hold the sparkling grape , Than nurse the earth - worm's ...
... never dull . I lived - I loved - I quaffed like thee- I died let earth my bones resign : Fill up - thou canʼst not injure me , The worm hath fouler lips than thine . Better to hold the sparkling grape , Than nurse the earth - worm's ...
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... never more be thine . The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need to repine That all those charms have pass'd away , I might have watch'd through long decay . The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd , Must ...
... never more be thine . The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need to repine That all those charms have pass'd away , I might have watch'd through long decay . The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd , Must ...
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... never sees a wholesome meal ; Through his bare dress appears his shrivel'd skin , And ill he fares without , and worse within : With that weak body , lame , diseased , and slow , What cold , pain , peril , must the sufferer know ...
... never sees a wholesome meal ; Through his bare dress appears his shrivel'd skin , And ill he fares without , and worse within : With that weak body , lame , diseased , and slow , What cold , pain , peril , must the sufferer know ...
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... Never shall time from my fond heart efface His image : oft his shadow I shall trace Upon the glimmering waters , when on high , The white moon wanders through the cloudless sky . Oft in my silent cave ( when to its fire , From the ...
... Never shall time from my fond heart efface His image : oft his shadow I shall trace Upon the glimmering waters , when on high , The white moon wanders through the cloudless sky . Oft in my silent cave ( when to its fire , From the ...
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Page 250 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell's!
Page 125 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Page 26 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 208 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Page 312 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 97 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody...
Page 169 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Page 178 - And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Page 124 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Page 127 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.