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... dear accent that despair withstands : Till on the peak , which , barren all and black , Still towered aloft , did one pale lover lie , Left with the loved one he would not forsake . She seemed to view him with a spirit's eye , Full of ...
... dear accent that despair withstands : Till on the peak , which , barren all and black , Still towered aloft , did one pale lover lie , Left with the loved one he would not forsake . She seemed to view him with a spirit's eye , Full of ...
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... no cloud to hide Their dear resplendences ; Nor chase from Zara's side Dreams bright and pure as these . E IRREGULAR ODE , ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON . THE POETICAL ALBUM . 49 The Nameless Spring Serenade from the Spanish By J G Lockhart,
... no cloud to hide Their dear resplendences ; Nor chase from Zara's side Dreams bright and pure as these . E IRREGULAR ODE , ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON . THE POETICAL ALBUM . 49 The Nameless Spring Serenade from the Spanish By J G Lockhart,
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... dear- Too loved of all to die . I know not what hath seared mine eye ; The tears refuse to start ! But every drop its lids deny Falls dreary on my heart . Yes ! deep and heavy - one by one , They sink , and turn to care ; As caverned ...
... dear- Too loved of all to die . I know not what hath seared mine eye ; The tears refuse to start ! But every drop its lids deny Falls dreary on my heart . Yes ! deep and heavy - one by one , They sink , and turn to care ; As caverned ...
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... Dear flood ! and owns a tyrant's sway ? A living fire that draught should be , To melt his craven heart away ! Streams where a poet sings , or patriot bleeds , Instinct with spirit flow , and generous deeds . Sweet , nameless Spring ...
... Dear flood ! and owns a tyrant's sway ? A living fire that draught should be , To melt his craven heart away ! Streams where a poet sings , or patriot bleeds , Instinct with spirit flow , and generous deeds . Sweet , nameless Spring ...
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... dear - Time warns me to depart ; I dare not speak - conflicting griefs are busy at my heart ; To other eyes thy shades may still all bright and beauteous be ; But never more can they be bright and beautiful to me ! THE SECRET . In a ...
... dear - Time warns me to depart ; I dare not speak - conflicting griefs are busy at my heart ; To other eyes thy shades may still all bright and beauteous be ; But never more can they be bright and beautiful to me ! THE SECRET . In a ...
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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 221 - Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
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 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 202 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
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 203 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young, faithful heart.
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 84 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...