The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... lonely in the deepening night , A lady at her lattice sits , And trims her taper's wavering light , And tunes her idle lute by fits . But little can her idle lute Beguile the weary moments now ; And little seems the lay to suit Her ...
... lonely in the deepening night , A lady at her lattice sits , And trims her taper's wavering light , And tunes her idle lute by fits . But little can her idle lute Beguile the weary moments now ; And little seems the lay to suit Her ...
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... lonely wilderness became ! The throngs that choaked its hundred gates of yore ; Its fleets , its armies , were no longer seen ; Its priesthood's pomp , -its Pharaoh's were no more , - All - all were gone - as if they ne'er had been ...
... lonely wilderness became ! The throngs that choaked its hundred gates of yore ; Its fleets , its armies , were no longer seen ; Its priesthood's pomp , -its Pharaoh's were no more , - All - all were gone - as if they ne'er had been ...
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... lonely , now , o'er this world's dreary sea , - Here's a health , my Scottish lassie ! here's a hearty health to thee ! Here's to thee , my Scottish lassie ! -though I know that not for me Is thine eye so bright , thy form so light ...
... lonely , now , o'er this world's dreary sea , - Here's a health , my Scottish lassie ! here's a hearty health to thee ! Here's to thee , my Scottish lassie ! -though I know that not for me Is thine eye so bright , thy form so light ...
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... lonely hours , The thought of thee comes o'er me , like the breath of distant flowers ; - Like the music that enchants mine ear , the sights that bless mine eye , Like the verdure of the meadow , like the azure of the sky , Like the ...
... lonely hours , The thought of thee comes o'er me , like the breath of distant flowers ; - Like the music that enchants mine ear , the sights that bless mine eye , Like the verdure of the meadow , like the azure of the sky , Like the ...
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... lonely as a single star ! But kind and true to me , as thou hadst come From thine own element - so very far , Only to be a cynosure to eyes Now sickening at the sunshine of the skies ! It were a crime to weep ! - ' t F 2.
... lonely as a single star ! But kind and true to me , as thou hadst come From thine own element - so very far , Only to be a cynosure to eyes Now sickening at the sunshine of the skies ! It were a crime to weep ! - ' t F 2.
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2 Alaric Alexander Watts Повний перегляд - 1829 |
The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2 Alaric Alexander Watts Повний перегляд - 1829 |
POETICAL ALBUM & REGISTER OF M Alaric Alexander 1797-1864 Watts Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2016 |
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 221 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 96 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...