The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Том 1808Robert Aris Willmott George Routledge & Company, 1857 - 398 стор. |
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... CHILD WALTER SCOTT . THE SUN UPON THE WEIRDLAW HILI 102 . MARMION - DYING 104 THE BURNING OF ROKEBY AMELIA OPIE . THOMAS CAMPBELL . THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE . 106 THE SOLDIER'S DREAM . THE EXILE OF ERIN WILLIAM SPENCER . DRINKING SONG OF ...
... CHILD WALTER SCOTT . THE SUN UPON THE WEIRDLAW HILI 102 . MARMION - DYING 104 THE BURNING OF ROKEBY AMELIA OPIE . THOMAS CAMPBELL . THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE . 106 THE SOLDIER'S DREAM . THE EXILE OF ERIN WILLIAM SPENCER . DRINKING SONG OF ...
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... CHILDREN'S THANKFULNESS . 281 283 HENRY HART MILMAN . ROBERT SOUTHEY . THE HEBREW WEDDING 286 THE COMING OF THE JUDGE . 288 THE VISIT OF MADOC . - A SCENE AMONG THE WELSH HILLS LEIGH HUNT . THE WORLD OF WOE THALABA IN THE TENT OF MOATH ...
... CHILDREN'S THANKFULNESS . 281 283 HENRY HART MILMAN . ROBERT SOUTHEY . THE HEBREW WEDDING 286 THE COMING OF THE JUDGE . 288 THE VISIT OF MADOC . - A SCENE AMONG THE WELSH HILLS LEIGH HUNT . THE WORLD OF WOE THALABA IN THE TENT OF MOATH ...
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... solac'd me ; Voice only fails , else how distinct they say , " Grieve not , my child , chase all thy fears away ! " D LINES TO MY MOTHER'S PICTURE . The meek intelligence of. LINES TO MY MOTHER'S PICTURE . THE VISION OF SERENA . 17.
... solac'd me ; Voice only fails , else how distinct they say , " Grieve not , my child , chase all thy fears away ! " D LINES TO MY MOTHER'S PICTURE . The meek intelligence of. LINES TO MY MOTHER'S PICTURE . THE VISION OF SERENA . 17.
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... deceiv'd ; By expectation every day beguil'd , Dupe of to - morrow even from a child . Thus many a sad to - morrow came and went , Till , all my stock of infant sorrow spent , COWPER . I learn'd at last submission to my lot 18.
... deceiv'd ; By expectation every day beguil'd , Dupe of to - morrow even from a child . Thus many a sad to - morrow came and went , Till , all my stock of infant sorrow spent , COWPER . I learn'd at last submission to my lot 18.
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... Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor ; And where the gard'ner Robin , day by day , Drew me to school along the public way , Delighted with my bauble coach , and wrapp'd In scarlet mantle warm , and velvet capp'd , ' Tis now ...
... Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor ; And where the gard'ner Robin , day by day , Drew me to school along the public way , Delighted with my bauble coach , and wrapp'd In scarlet mantle warm , and velvet capp'd , ' Tis now ...
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Сторінка 162 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Сторінка 127 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Сторінка 108 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Сторінка 126 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Сторінка 123 - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried Wouldst thou me...
Сторінка 157 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Сторінка 168 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
Сторінка 164 - Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Сторінка 152 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Сторінка 12 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.