The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 - English poetry |
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... fate ; Yet nature struggled till the last thick gasp ; It was a misery to see them grasp The sliding waves , and clench the hand , and toil Like a spent eagle in the whirlwind's coil- Till dashed against some floating spar or mast , On ...
... fate ; Yet nature struggled till the last thick gasp ; It was a misery to see them grasp The sliding waves , and clench the hand , and toil Like a spent eagle in the whirlwind's coil- Till dashed against some floating spar or mast , On ...
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... Fate dare not darken such an hour as this ! " Then stooped to quaff ; —but ( as a charm were thrown ) His hand , his lips , grew motionless as stone ; The drunkness of his heart no more deceives— The thunder growls , the surge - smote ...
... Fate dare not darken such an hour as this ! " Then stooped to quaff ; —but ( as a charm were thrown ) His hand , his lips , grew motionless as stone ; The drunkness of his heart no more deceives— The thunder growls , the surge - smote ...
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... Fate Is but a sad reprieve , which comes too late ! The riot shout pealed on ; -but deep distress Had sunk all else in utter hopelessness ! One marked the strife of frenzy and despair— The most concerned , and yet the calmest there ; In ...
... Fate Is but a sad reprieve , which comes too late ! The riot shout pealed on ; -but deep distress Had sunk all else in utter hopelessness ! One marked the strife of frenzy and despair— The most concerned , and yet the calmest there ; In ...
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... Fate stood watching on the shore And numbered all the moments gone- Where hath the morning splendour flown Which danced upon that crystal stream ? Where are the joys to childhood known , When life is an enchanted dream ? Enveloped in ...
... Fate stood watching on the shore And numbered all the moments gone- Where hath the morning splendour flown Which danced upon that crystal stream ? Where are the joys to childhood known , When life is an enchanted dream ? Enveloped in ...
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... fate Of two so young , so true , so passionate ! And thou , the idol of my harp , the Soul Of poetry , to me my hope , my whole Happiness of existence , there will be Some gentlest tones that I have caught from thee ! Will not each ...
... fate Of two so young , so true , so passionate ! And thou , the idol of my harp , the Soul Of poetry , to me my hope , my whole Happiness of existence , there will be Some gentlest tones that I have caught from thee ! Will not each ...
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BARRY CORNWALL 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 fear feel flame flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre HERBERT KNOWLES hill 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 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 visions voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing youth
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Page 354 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Page 69 - 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 184 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Page 94 - I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Has any Roman soldier...
Page 153 - 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 260 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Page 355 - 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.
Page 317 - 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 69 - 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 139 - 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...