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... wandering river glides in gold ! But life's gay morn of ecstasy , That made thee seem so more than fair , - The aspirations wild and high , The soul to nobly dare , - Oh where are they , stern ruin , say ? — Thou dost but echo - WHERE ...
... wandering river glides in gold ! But life's gay morn of ecstasy , That made thee seem so more than fair , - The aspirations wild and high , The soul to nobly dare , - Oh where are they , stern ruin , say ? — Thou dost but echo - WHERE ...
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... wandering eyes , Yet chartered by sorrow , and freighted with sighs : - Fading and false is the aspect it wears , As the smiles we put on , just to cover our tears ; : - And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know , Like ...
... wandering eyes , Yet chartered by sorrow , and freighted with sighs : - Fading and false is the aspect it wears , As the smiles we put on , just to cover our tears ; : - And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know , Like ...
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... wander still these solitudes among- I dare not listen to their voice , —it murmurs like the song Of waves that dash upon the coast of Time for evermore , And tell of tides that have gone by - of sunshine that is o'er ! Where once my ...
... wander still these solitudes among- I dare not listen to their voice , —it murmurs like the song Of waves that dash upon the coast of Time for evermore , And tell of tides that have gone by - of sunshine that is o'er ! Where once my ...
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... wandering , weary - hearted , I languish for thy voice , which past me still , Went like a singing rill ? " Under the palm - trees thou no more shall meet me , When from the fount at evening I return , With the full water - urn ! Nor ...
... wandering , weary - hearted , I languish for thy voice , which past me still , Went like a singing rill ? " Under the palm - trees thou no more shall meet me , When from the fount at evening I return , With the full water - urn ! Nor ...
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... wander through the sky ; For there the lark — the master - minstrel sings , And upward — upward soars on fearless wings ; Till earth recal him to her verdant breast , And love direct the lyrist to his nest . O , sweet is such a morn to ...
... wander through the sky ; For there the lark — the master - minstrel sings , And upward — upward soars on fearless wings ; Till earth recal him to her verdant breast , And love direct the lyrist to his nest . O , sweet is such a morn to ...
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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...