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... pure unsullied white ; Others like velvet robes of regal state Of richest crimson ; while , in thorny moss Enshrin'd and cradled , the most lovely wear The hues of youthful beauty's glowing cheek.— With fond regret I recollect e'en now ...
... pure unsullied white ; Others like velvet robes of regal state Of richest crimson ; while , in thorny moss Enshrin'd and cradled , the most lovely wear The hues of youthful beauty's glowing cheek.— With fond regret I recollect e'en now ...
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... fruitful change , when comes The yellow Autumn , and the hopes o ' the year Brings on to golden ripeness ; nor dispraise The pure and spotless form of that sharp time , CROWE . When January spreads a pall of snow O'er 42.
... fruitful change , when comes The yellow Autumn , and the hopes o ' the year Brings on to golden ripeness ; nor dispraise The pure and spotless form of that sharp time , CROWE . When January spreads a pall of snow O'er 42.
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... pure As when it issued from its native hill . How is it vanish'd in a hasty spleen , The Tor of Glastonbury ! Even but now I saw the hoary pile cresting the top Of that north - western hill ; and in this Now A cloud hath pass'd on it ...
... pure As when it issued from its native hill . How is it vanish'd in a hasty spleen , The Tor of Glastonbury ! Even but now I saw the hoary pile cresting the top Of that north - western hill ; and in this Now A cloud hath pass'd on it ...
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... pure faith ( to give it force ) are there — But he is blest , and I lament no more A wise good man contented to be poor . THE PARTING LOOK . ONE day he lighter seem'd , and they forgot The care , the dread , the anguish of their lot ...
... pure faith ( to give it force ) are there — But he is blest , and I lament no more A wise good man contented to be poor . THE PARTING LOOK . ONE day he lighter seem'd , and they forgot The care , the dread , the anguish of their lot ...
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... pure and lambent ray The Powers of heaven submissively obey . Trembling and breathless then she softly rose , And seized the lamp , where it obscurely lay , With hand too rashly daring to disclose The sacred veil which hung mysterious o ...
... pure and lambent ray The Powers of heaven submissively obey . Trembling and breathless then she softly rose , And seized the lamp , where it obscurely lay , With hand too rashly daring to disclose The sacred veil which hung mysterious o ...
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ANN RADCLIFFE ARTEVELDE BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bends beneath bloom BOSCH breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH cheek cloud dark dead dear deep delight Ditto dread dream earth fair fear FELICIA HEMANS flowers gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hast hath heard heart heaven hill hope hour James Godwin JOANNA BAILLIE Kilmeny LEWESDON HILL light live lonely look lov'd MARY HOWITT MARY RUSSELL MITFORD MARY TIGHE morning mother murmur night o'er ocean pass'd pride PRISONER OF CHILLON Queen RICHARD BURNELL rocks rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seem'd shade shadow shines shore sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring storm stream summer sweet tears thee thine thought trees trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings youth
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Page 162 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Page 127 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 108 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 126 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 123 - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried Wouldst thou me...
Page 157 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 168 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
Page 164 - 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. '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 152 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Page 12 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.