The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... . An Irish Tradition 34 Lines from the Arabic of Tograi 35 The Sisters . By Alaric A. Watts 36 Stonehenge . By the Rev. Charles Hoyle 37 A Retrospective Review . By Thomas Hood , Esq . . 38 PAGE 41 The Fair Reaper . By R. P. Gillies.
... . An Irish Tradition 34 Lines from the Arabic of Tograi 35 The Sisters . By Alaric A. Watts 36 Stonehenge . By the Rev. Charles Hoyle 37 A Retrospective Review . By Thomas Hood , Esq . . 38 PAGE 41 The Fair Reaper . By R. P. Gillies.
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... Thomas Hood , Esq . The Statue of the Dying Gladiator . By E. Chinnery , Esq . Newstead Woods . By William Howitt , Esq . A Woman's Farewell The Tomb of Romeo and Juliet . By Miss L. E. Landon The Wood 89 90 92 94 95 96 97 98 • 99 • 102 ...
... Thomas Hood , Esq . The Statue of the Dying Gladiator . By E. Chinnery , Esq . Newstead Woods . By William Howitt , Esq . A Woman's Farewell The Tomb of Romeo and Juliet . By Miss L. E. Landon The Wood 89 90 92 94 95 96 97 98 • 99 • 102 ...
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... Thomas Hood , Esq . 347 My Home . By the Rev. E. Barnard 348 The Greek Exile 350 A Lament for the Fairies 352 They are no more . By Charles Swain , Esq . 353 May - Day 354 • The Voice of Home . By Mrs. Hemans Ballad . By Cornelius Webbe ...
... Thomas Hood , Esq . 347 My Home . By the Rev. E. Barnard 348 The Greek Exile 350 A Lament for the Fairies 352 They are no more . By Charles Swain , Esq . 353 May - Day 354 • The Voice of Home . By Mrs. Hemans Ballad . By Cornelius Webbe ...
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... is forgotten . Angels all , Eternal ages , regions without bound , Proclaim ye one sole strength - the Ineffable - Supreme ! A RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW . BY THOMAS HOOD , ESQ . THE POETICAL ALBUM . 37 Stonehenge By the Rev Charles Hoyle.
... is forgotten . Angels all , Eternal ages , regions without bound , Proclaim ye one sole strength - the Ineffable - Supreme ! A RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW . BY THOMAS HOOD , ESQ . THE POETICAL ALBUM . 37 Stonehenge By the Rev Charles Hoyle.
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... HOOD , ESQ . OH when I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy , My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh , And dash the tear - drop from my eye , To cast a look behind ! A hoop was an ... Thomas Hood,
... HOOD , ESQ . OH when I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy , My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh , And dash the tear - drop from my eye , To cast a look behind ! A hoop was an ... Thomas Hood,
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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 221 - Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
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 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 202 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
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 203 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young, faithful heart.
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 84 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...