The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... bosom , all confess it . Sweeter smells the flower by far , When thy foot is flitting o'er it ; Brighter glows the evening star , When thine eye , love ! glows before it . KIRKSTALL ABBEY REVISITED . The echoes of thy vaults are THE ...
... bosom , all confess it . Sweeter smells the flower by far , When thy foot is flitting o'er it ; Brighter glows the evening star , When thine eye , love ! glows before it . KIRKSTALL ABBEY REVISITED . The echoes of thy vaults are THE ...
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... ! " Thus sing the Fays ; -Lord Musgrave hears Their shrill sweet song , and eager eyes The radiant show , despite the fears That to his bounding bosom rise . But soft ! the minstrelsy declines ; The morris ceases 20 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... ! " Thus sing the Fays ; -Lord Musgrave hears Their shrill sweet song , and eager eyes The radiant show , despite the fears That to his bounding bosom rise . But soft ! the minstrelsy declines ; The morris ceases 20 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
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... bosom - and thence widely burst One wild and universal conflagration . The human silence , by the darkness nursed , Broke its long trance at that awakening fire ; And shrieks of agony from lips accurst , Arose convulsively , and ...
... bosom - and thence widely burst One wild and universal conflagration . The human silence , by the darkness nursed , Broke its long trance at that awakening fire ; And shrieks of agony from lips accurst , Arose convulsively , and ...
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... bosom of the plain ! Yet might'st thou seem , proud privilege , to sing , All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the nightingale the shady wood- A privacy of glorious light is thine , Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood ...
... bosom of the plain ! Yet might'st thou seem , proud privilege , to sing , All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the nightingale the shady wood- A privacy of glorious light is thine , Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood ...
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... Virgin straight , they gazed with laugh and jeer ; - They madly vowed a form so fair they ne'er had seen before , And cursed the faint and lagging breeze that kept them from the shore . The ocean from its bosom then shook off its moonlight.
... Virgin straight , they gazed with laugh and jeer ; - They madly vowed a form so fair they ne'er had seen before , And cursed the faint and lagging breeze that kept them from the shore . The ocean from its bosom then shook off its moonlight.
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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...