The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 - English poetry |
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... rest — and palpitate no more ! Now faint , and far , comes on the wail of death- Heard as the tempest seems to pause for breath ; And now the sheeted levin glares upon A peopled deck , that idly hopes to shun Those ambushed banks o'er ...
... rest — and palpitate no more ! Now faint , and far , comes on the wail of death- Heard as the tempest seems to pause for breath ; And now the sheeted levin glares upon A peopled deck , that idly hopes to shun Those ambushed banks o'er ...
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... rest ! Yes , though while present those we loved might err In many actions though the mind prefer A stranger at the moment , for some boon Of nature , chance , or art , which falls in tune With passing whim — yet , like the butterfly ...
... rest ! Yes , though while present those we loved might err In many actions though the mind prefer A stranger at the moment , for some boon Of nature , chance , or art , which falls in tune With passing whim — yet , like the butterfly ...
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... rest - but would no more reveal Than the faint outline of her pale profile : Though soon ( as maids forego their fears ) she gave Her orbed brow to kiss the wanton wave : Till - like a scornful lover , swoll'n with pride , Because too ...
... rest - but would no more reveal Than the faint outline of her pale profile : Though soon ( as maids forego their fears ) she gave Her orbed brow to kiss the wanton wave : Till - like a scornful lover , swoll'n with pride , Because too ...
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... rest , and heaved , or seemed to heave . O , ' twas an awful moment ! —for the crew Had rashly , deeply drank , while yet they knew No ruling eye was on them - and became Wild as the tempest ! Peril could not tame- Nay , stirred their ...
... rest , and heaved , or seemed to heave . O , ' twas an awful moment ! —for the crew Had rashly , deeply drank , while yet they knew No ruling eye was on them - and became Wild as the tempest ! Peril could not tame- Nay , stirred their ...
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... Rests calm and pale - the grave their bridal bed . Literary Gazette . SONNET ON PARTING WITH HIS BOOKS . BY WILLIAM ROSCOE , ESQ , As one , who destined from his friends to part , Regrets his loss , but hopes again , erewhile To share ...
... Rests calm and pale - the grave their bridal bed . Literary Gazette . SONNET ON PARTING WITH HIS BOOKS . BY WILLIAM ROSCOE , ESQ , As one , who destined from his friends to part , Regrets his loss , but hopes again , erewhile To share ...
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BARRY CORNWALL BATTLE OF ROSLIN beam beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bliss bloom blue blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth fade fair Farewell fate feel flame fled flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's lute lyre merry heart morn murmuring ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round S. T. COLERIDGE scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought tomb Twas voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing young youth
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Page 126 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Page 95 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 71 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part ! I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Page 298 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 187 - 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 215 - With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers, And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears! There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for His own holy Name, and Henry of Navarre.
Page 355 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Page 169 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 102 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
Page 89 - Seek out— less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.