The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... , prescient of the Collect thy might , augmented by delay ; Still as the calm , when on her siren breast prey , The slumbering earthquake and the whirlwind rest . To courage , strength to strength , cool wisdom bring 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... , prescient of the Collect thy might , augmented by delay ; Still as the calm , when on her siren breast prey , The slumbering earthquake and the whirlwind rest . To courage , strength to strength , cool wisdom bring 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
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... rest , Sings the night - spirit in thy weedy crest ; And she , the minstrel of the moonlight hours ! Breathes , like some lone one sighing to be blest , Her lay - half hope , half sorrow from the flowers , — And hoots the prophet - owl ...
... rest , Sings the night - spirit in thy weedy crest ; And she , the minstrel of the moonlight hours ! Breathes , like some lone one sighing to be blest , Her lay - half hope , half sorrow from the flowers , — And hoots the prophet - owl ...
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... rest ? Bright and alone on the shadowy main , Like a heart - cherished home on some desolate plain ! Who - as she smiles in the silvery light , Spreading her wings on the bosom of night , Alone on the deep , as the moon in the sky , A ...
... rest ? Bright and alone on the shadowy main , Like a heart - cherished home on some desolate plain ! Who - as she smiles in the silvery light , Spreading her wings on the bosom of night , Alone on the deep , as the moon in the sky , A ...
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... Then haply may my travels be renewed : - Some Transatlantic hand may break my rest , And bear me from Augusta's solitude , To some new seat of empire in the west . Mortal ! since human grandeur ends in dust , And 48 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... Then haply may my travels be renewed : - Some Transatlantic hand may break my rest , And bear me from Augusta's solitude , To some new seat of empire in the west . Mortal ! since human grandeur ends in dust , And 48 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
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... rests here , beyond the bound Of habitation , in the dale profound , Where Dove , by rock and cavern glides serene , Through solitude , where nought of life is seen , - Through silence , that forbids all earthly sound . Vain world ...
... rests here , beyond the bound Of habitation , in the dale profound , Where Dove , by rock and cavern glides serene , Through solitude , where nought of life is seen , - Through silence , that forbids all earthly sound . Vain world ...
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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...