The Young Lady's Book of Elegant Poetry: Comprising Selections from the Works of British and American PoetsDesilver, Thomas, and Company, 1836 - 320 стор. |
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... 294 294 295 296 296 298 299 301 301 302 gone " Nature ... On Music The last Tear .. The Lily of the Valley . My native Vale After the Drawing - Room 304 305 306 307 308 308 309 Was I right , or was I not ........ The CONTENTS . xiii.
... 294 294 295 296 296 298 299 301 301 302 gone " Nature ... On Music The last Tear .. The Lily of the Valley . My native Vale After the Drawing - Room 304 305 306 307 308 308 309 Was I right , or was I not ........ The CONTENTS . xiii.
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... gone - and Gertrude claim'd a widow'd father's knee : - A loved bequest , -and I may half impart , To them that feel the strong paternal tie , How like a new existence to his heart That living flow'r uprose beneath his eye , Dear as she ...
... gone - and Gertrude claim'd a widow'd father's knee : - A loved bequest , -and I may half impart , To them that feel the strong paternal tie , How like a new existence to his heart That living flow'r uprose beneath his eye , Dear as she ...
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... gone , Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue summer shone . SONG . CAMPBELL . / I LIKE not beauty's roseate brightness ; I like not beauty's sparkling eye : Give me the cheek whose marble whiteness Feeling's faint blush alone can ...
... gone , Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue summer shone . SONG . CAMPBELL . / I LIKE not beauty's roseate brightness ; I like not beauty's sparkling eye : Give me the cheek whose marble whiteness Feeling's faint blush alone can ...
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... gone , cry dolefully , " would God that it were day ! " And when their lives are over , they drop away to rest , Unconscious of the penal doom , on holy Nature's breast ; No pain have they in dying - no shrinking from de- cay- Oh ...
... gone , cry dolefully , " would God that it were day ! " And when their lives are over , they drop away to rest , Unconscious of the penal doom , on holy Nature's breast ; No pain have they in dying - no shrinking from de- cay- Oh ...
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... gone from upland , glade and glen . And now , when comes the calm , mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bee from out their win- ter home , When the sound of dropping nuts is heard , though all the ...
... gone from upland , glade and glen . And now , when comes the calm , mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bee from out their win- ter home , When the sound of dropping nuts is heard , though all the ...
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ANNA SEWARD ANON art thou beams beauty beneath birds bless bloom blossoms blue Bluebottle bower breast breath breeze bright brow buds calm charm cheek child clouds dark dear death deep delight dream earth eternal fair father flowers friends gaze gentle gleams glory glow golden grace Granada grave green grief happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour J. G. LOCKHART Lady Last eve light lips lonely lonely grove look look'd lovelier maid MARY HOWITT Moorish morn mother mountains murmuring Naiad Nature's ne'er neath night o'er pale Pale flowers pass'd peace rill rose round shade shed shine sigh silent sing sister skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star summer sunny sweet tears thine things thou art thought throne tree Twas vale voice wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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Сторінка 18 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Сторінка 97 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes.
Сторінка 97 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Сторінка 300 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; LXXXVII.
Сторінка 229 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine. And all things fair and bright are thine!
Сторінка 101 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet. The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased, the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Сторінка 108 - 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.
Сторінка 100 - Be smooth, ye rocks ; ye rapid floods, give way ! The Saviour comes, by ancient bards foretold ! Hear him, ye deaf, and all ye blind, behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day. 'Tis He th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear, And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Сторінка 96 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Сторінка 113 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...