The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... sweet night as this : " The dance lead up , the dance lead down , The dance lead round our favourite tree ; If now even Oberon wears a frown , A false and froward churl is he ! " Thus sing the Fays ; -Lord Musgrave hears Their shrill sweet ...
... sweet night as this : " The dance lead up , the dance lead down , The dance lead round our favourite tree ; If now even Oberon wears a frown , A false and froward churl is he ! " Thus sing the Fays ; -Lord Musgrave hears Their shrill sweet ...
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... sweet , a mellow voice , And charms away the lady's cares , And bids the mother's heart rejoice . " Sleep sweetly , babe ! " ' t was heard to say ; " But if the goblet break or fall , Farewell thy vantage in the fray ! Farewell the luck ...
... sweet , a mellow voice , And charms away the lady's cares , And bids the mother's heart rejoice . " Sleep sweetly , babe ! " ' t was heard to say ; " But if the goblet break or fall , Farewell thy vantage in the fray ! Farewell the luck ...
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... sweet sounds , and visions fair , And beings lovelier than the loveliest sky , Were born eternal - and the voice of mirth , And smile of joy , grew eloquent on high . And spirits , which once wore the clay of earth , Clothed in the ...
... sweet sounds , and visions fair , And beings lovelier than the loveliest sky , Were born eternal - and the voice of mirth , And smile of joy , grew eloquent on high . And spirits , which once wore the clay of earth , Clothed in the ...
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... sweet leaves , Around the poet's temples hung , How turned to gall , and how profaned By envious or by idle tongue ! Given by vapid fools , who laud Only if others do the same ; Forgotten even while the breath Is on the air that bears ...
... sweet leaves , Around the poet's temples hung , How turned to gall , and how profaned By envious or by idle tongue ! Given by vapid fools , who laud Only if others do the same ; Forgotten even while the breath Is on the air that bears ...
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... withering amid the wreck Of sweet hopes , high imaginings , What can the minstrel do but die , Cursing his too beloved strings ! Literary Gazette . L. E. L. D THE VIRGIN MARY'S BANK . AN IRISH TRADITION . From THE POETIC AL ALBUM . 33.
... withering amid the wreck Of sweet hopes , high imaginings , What can the minstrel do but die , Cursing his too beloved strings ! Literary Gazette . L. E. L. D THE VIRGIN MARY'S BANK . AN IRISH TRADITION . From THE POETIC AL ALBUM . 33.
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blest bliss bloom blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charms cheek child clouds cold courser dark dear death deep dream earth fading fair fancy farewell fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glow Godiva gondolier grave green grief hand Harebells hath heart heaven hope hour hyæna J. G. LOCKHART JAMES HOGG JOHN MOULTRIE kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette Literary Souvenir lonely look LORD BYRON lute lyre mirth morn mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Olmutz pale pride rapture rock round scene shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou art thou hast thou wert thought tomb voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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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...