The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 - English poetry |
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... sweet night as this : " The dance lead up , the dance lead down , The dance lead round our favourite tree ; If now even Oberon wears a frown , A false and froward churl is he ! " Thus sing the Fays ; -Lord Musgrave hears Their shrill sweet ...
... sweet night as this : " The dance lead up , the dance lead down , The dance lead round our favourite tree ; If now even Oberon wears a frown , A false and froward churl is he ! " Thus sing the Fays ; -Lord Musgrave hears Their shrill sweet ...
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... sweet , a mellow voice , And charms away the lady's cares , And bids the mother's heart rejoice . " Sleep sweetly , babe ! " ' t was heard to say ; " But if the goblet break or fall , Farewell thy vantage in the fray ! Farewell the luck ...
... sweet , a mellow voice , And charms away the lady's cares , And bids the mother's heart rejoice . " Sleep sweetly , babe ! " ' t was heard to say ; " But if the goblet break or fall , Farewell thy vantage in the fray ! Farewell the luck ...
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... Sweet as the spring - bird's lay withal ; Telling of hopes , and feelings past , Like stars that darkened in their fall . Hopes , perishing from too much light , " Exhausted by their own excess ; " Affections , trusted till they turned ...
... Sweet as the spring - bird's lay withal ; Telling of hopes , and feelings past , Like stars that darkened in their fall . Hopes , perishing from too much light , " Exhausted by their own excess ; " Affections , trusted till they turned ...
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... sweet leaves , Around the poet's temples hung , How turned to gall , and how profaned By envious or by idle tongue ! Given by vapid fools , who laud Only if others do the same ; Forgotten even while the breath Is on the air that bears ...
... sweet leaves , Around the poet's temples hung , How turned to gall , and how profaned By envious or by idle tongue ! Given by vapid fools , who laud Only if others do the same ; Forgotten even while the breath Is on the air that bears ...
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... withering amid the wreck Of sweet hopes , high imaginings , What can the minstrel do but die , Cursing his too beloved strings ! Literary Gazette . L. E. L. D THE VIRGIN MARY'S BANK . AN IRISH TRADITION . From THE POETIC AL ALBUM . 33.
... withering amid the wreck Of sweet hopes , high imaginings , What can the minstrel do but die , Cursing his too beloved strings ! Literary Gazette . L. E. L. D THE VIRGIN MARY'S BANK . AN IRISH TRADITION . From THE POETIC AL ALBUM . 33.
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Popular passages
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...