The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... Thee , my Scottish Lassie ! By the Rev. John Moultrie The Shadow . By John Malcolm , Esq . Windermere . By the Rev. Charles Hoyle 5868 57 59 61 62 • To the River Rhone . By Henry Neele , Esq . The Return The Secret 63 65 66 To the ...
... Thee , my Scottish Lassie ! By the Rev. John Moultrie The Shadow . By John Malcolm , Esq . Windermere . By the Rev. Charles Hoyle 5868 57 59 61 62 • To the River Rhone . By Henry Neele , Esq . The Return The Secret 63 65 66 To the ...
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... thee on - defeat shall goad thee back . False friends in rear , in front a stubborn foe , Thy caterer , famine , - and thy couch the snow : Then view that fiery cope with ghastly smile , ' Tis thy ambition's grand funereal pile . Blaze ...
... thee on - defeat shall goad thee back . False friends in rear , in front a stubborn foe , Thy caterer , famine , - and thy couch the snow : Then view that fiery cope with ghastly smile , ' Tis thy ambition's grand funereal pile . Blaze ...
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... thee , — ' t is the bard's prophetic eye , Blindly presumptuous Chief , —I see thee fly ! While breathing skeletons , and bloodless dead , Point to the thirsting foe the track you tread . To seize was easy , and to march was plain ...
... thee , — ' t is the bard's prophetic eye , Blindly presumptuous Chief , —I see thee fly ! While breathing skeletons , and bloodless dead , Point to the thirsting foe the track you tread . To seize was easy , and to march was plain ...
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... thee to thy nothingness again . Though times , occasions , chances , foes and friends , Urged thee to purest fame , by purest ends , In this alone be great- to have withstood Such varied , vast temptations to be good ! As hood - winked ...
... thee to thy nothingness again . Though times , occasions , chances , foes and friends , Urged thee to purest fame , by purest ends , In this alone be great- to have withstood Such varied , vast temptations to be good ! As hood - winked ...
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... 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 ARE THEY ? Farewell ! -Be still to other hearts What thou wert long ago to ...
... 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 ARE THEY ? Farewell ! -Be still to other hearts What thou wert long ago to ...
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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...