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amid appear arms beauty bend beneath bloom BOOK breast breath bright brow charms clouds cold dark dear death deep eyes fair fame fate feel fields fires flood flow force gale Genius give gleams glow golden grace green hand hear heart hills hope joys kind lake late leaves light lively lonely loud maid mark meet mind morn mountain mourn never night o'er pain pale pass plain pleasure Poem poet present pride proud rise rocks rose round scene scorn seas sense shade shed shine shore sighs silent sleep smile soft song SONNET soul spirit spread Spring stands step strains stream sweet tears tender thee thine thou thought thro tomb translated vale virtue warm waves wild winds woods WRITTEN yield young youth
Page 78 - Ah me ! what hand can touch the strings so fine ? Who up the lofty diapason roll Such sweet, such sad, such solemn airs divine, Then let them down again into the soul...
Page 161 - I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light, Winter's pale dawn ; and as warm fires illume, And cheerful tapers shine around the room, Through misty windows bend my musing sight Where, round the dusky lawn, the mansions white, With shutters closed, peer faintly through the gloom, That slow recedes; while yon gray spires assume, Rising from their dark pile, an added height By indistinctness given.
Page 77 - In the elliptic arch of the door, there is a prismatic lantern of variously tinted glass, containing two large lamps with their reflectors. The light they shed resembles that of a volcano, gloomily glaring. Opposite, on the chimney-piece, a couple of small lamps, in marble reservoirs, assist the prismatic lantern to supply the place of candles, by a light more consonant to the style of the apartment, the pictures it contains of absent friends, and to its aerial music.
Page 114 - SONNET. SIDDONS! when first commenced thy ardent course, The Powers, that guard the Drama's awful shrineBeauty and grandeur, tenderness and force, Silence that speaks, and eloquence divine — For thee erected that approachless throne None may or hope to conquer or to share ; And all our subject passions trembling own Each various sense subdued and captive there. Yet the heart says, " Respect a rival claim, A claim that rises in unvanquish'd strife : Behold ! dividing still the palm of fame, Her...
Page 192 - While summer roses all their glory yield To crown the votary of love and joy, Misfortune's victim hails, with many a sigh, Thee, scarlet Poppy of the pathless field, Gaudy, yet wild and lone; no leaf to shield Thy flaccid vest, that, as the gale blows high, Flaps, and alternate folds around thy head. — So stands in the long grass a...
Page 224 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease...
Page 309 - Her bloom was like the springing flower, That sips the silver dew; The rose was budded in her cheek, Just opening to the view.
Page 366 - The Grave of Youth. WHEN life is hurried to untimely close, In the years of crystal eyes and burnish'd hair, Dire are the thoughts of death ; — eternal parting From all the precious soul's yet known delights, All she had clung to here ; — from youth and hope, And the year's blossom'd April ; — bounding strength, Which had out-leap'd the roes, when morning suns Yellow'd their...
Page 91 - Mid the forest's inmost gloom, Thy daughter, circling thrice thy tomb, With mystic rites of thrilling power Disturbs thee at this midnight hour I I, thy Sauferlama's child, Of my filial right beguil'd, Now adjure thee to resign The charmed Sword by birth-right mine ! When the Dwarf on Eyvor's plain, Dim glided by thy marriage-train, In jewel'd belt of gorgeous pride, To thy pale and trembling bride, Gave he not, in whisper deep, That dread companion...
Page 3 - The ancient custom of hanging a garland of white roses made of writing paper, and a pair of white gloves, over the pew of the unmarried villagers who die in the flower of their age, prevails to this day in the village of Eyam, and in most other villages and little towns in the Peak.