The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth CenturyTilt and Bogue, 1841 - 344 стор. |
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... holy prophet , when his lips were coals , His language winged with terror , as when bolts Leap from the brooding tempest , armed with wrath , Commissioned to affright us , and destroy . SARDANAPALUS . AT THE TEMPLE OF BELUS . THIS spacious.
... holy prophet , when his lips were coals , His language winged with terror , as when bolts Leap from the brooding tempest , armed with wrath , Commissioned to affright us , and destroy . SARDANAPALUS . AT THE TEMPLE OF BELUS . THIS spacious.
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... lip , cheek , brow , Even while I gaze , are kindling now . I called thee duteous ; am I wrong ? No ! truth , I feel , is in my song : Duteous thy heart's still beatings move To God , to Nature , and to Love ! To God ! -for thou a ...
... lip , cheek , brow , Even while I gaze , are kindling now . I called thee duteous ; am I wrong ? No ! truth , I feel , is in my song : Duteous thy heart's still beatings move To God , to Nature , and to Love ! To God ! -for thou a ...
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... lip - did never flower Yield fresher incense forth ! -and kissed away The tears on her pale cheek , then on her gazed.— All his deep feeling , anguish , high resolves , And love intense , were in that passionate glance . He clasped her ...
... lip - did never flower Yield fresher incense forth ! -and kissed away The tears on her pale cheek , then on her gazed.— All his deep feeling , anguish , high resolves , And love intense , were in that passionate glance . He clasped her ...
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... lips each flows As one may see the burthened bee forth issue from the rose . Affections are as thoughts to her , the measure of her hours ; Her feelings have the fragrance and the freshness of young flowers ; And lonely passions ...
... lips each flows As one may see the burthened bee forth issue from the rose . Affections are as thoughts to her , the measure of her hours ; Her feelings have the fragrance and the freshness of young flowers ; And lonely passions ...
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... lip or eye , - Are all that anxious friendship may descry . Reserve and womanly pride are in her look , Though tempered into meekness ; she can brook Unkindness and neglect from those she loves , Because she feels it undeserved ; which ...
... lip or eye , - Are all that anxious friendship may descry . Reserve and womanly pride are in her look , Though tempered into meekness ; she can brook Unkindness and neglect from those she loves , Because she feels it undeserved ; which ...
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ALARIC beams beauty Behave yoursel beneath billows bird blessed blue bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow calm charm cheek cloud cold dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth EAST INDIAMAN fair fame feeling Fireside fled flowers gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave grief harp hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour KIRKSTALL ABBEY land life's light lips lonely look LORD BYRON lute LYRE mirth morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS ne'er NELL GWYN never night o'er pale passion rose round Sappho shine shore SICILIAN VESPERS sigh silent skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought tones Twas Valentine's day voice wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Сторінка 195 - ... tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves ; the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie; but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth...
Сторінка 158 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power : In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror...
Сторінка 166 - 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.
Сторінка 60 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Сторінка 195 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Сторінка 159 - They fought — like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquered — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won ; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Сторінка 104 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade.
Сторінка 163 - AND thou hast walked about, (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And Time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Сторінка 86 - 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.
Сторінка 278 - 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...