The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... abbot seem , He had swayed the crozier well ; But what was the theme of the abbot's dream , The abbot were loth to tell . Companionless , for , a mile or more , He traced the windings of the shore .-- Oh , beauteous is that river still ...
... abbot seem , He had swayed the crozier well ; But what was the theme of the abbot's dream , The abbot were loth to tell . Companionless , for , a mile or more , He traced the windings of the shore .-- Oh , beauteous is that river still ...
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... abbot was thinking of scenery , About as much , in sooth , As a lover thinks of constancy , Or an advocate of truth ... abbot was weary as abbot could be , And he sate down to rest on the stump of a tree : When suddenly rose a dismal ...
... abbot was thinking of scenery , About as much , in sooth , As a lover thinks of constancy , Or an advocate of truth ... abbot was weary as abbot could be , And he sate down to rest on the stump of a tree : When suddenly rose a dismal ...
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... abbot saw him throw , Had been fashioned and formed long ages ago : And the hands that worked his foreign vest , Long ages ago had gone to their rest : You would have sworn , as you looked on them , He had fished in the flood with Ham ...
... abbot saw him throw , Had been fashioned and formed long ages ago : And the hands that worked his foreign vest , Long ages ago had gone to their rest : You would have sworn , as you looked on them , He had fished in the flood with Ham ...
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... abbot's blood ran colder , When he saw a gasping knight lie there , With a gash beneath his clotted hair , And a hump upon his shoulder . And the loyal churchman strove in vain , To mutter a Pater Noster ; For he who writhed in mortal ...
... abbot's blood ran colder , When he saw a gasping knight lie there , With a gash beneath his clotted hair , And a hump upon his shoulder . And the loyal churchman strove in vain , To mutter a Pater Noster ; For he who writhed in mortal ...
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... abbot turned away his head , For his brother was lying before him dead , The mayor of St. Edmond's Bury ! There was turning of keys , and creaking of locks , As he took forth a bait from his iron box . It was a bundle of beautiful ...
... abbot turned away his head , For his brother was lying before him dead , The mayor of St. Edmond's Bury ! There was turning of keys , and creaking of locks , As he took forth a bait from his iron box . It was a bundle of beautiful ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 30 - ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Página 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.
Página 336 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 221 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Página 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.
Página 96 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...