The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... London , which , when thou wert new , Was what Thebes is , a wilderness and waste , Where savage beasts more savage ... Magazine . TO THE DYING YEAR . THOU desolate and dying year THE POETICAL ALBUM . 31.
... London , which , when thou wert new , Was what Thebes is , a wilderness and waste , Where savage beasts more savage ... Magazine . TO THE DYING YEAR . THOU desolate and dying year THE POETICAL ALBUM . 31.
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... London Magazine . THE EXCHANGE . BY S. T. COLERIDGE , ESQ . WE pledged our hearts , my love and I , - I in my arms the maiden clasping ; I could not tell the reason why , But oh ! I trembled like an aspen . Her father's love she bade me ...
... London Magazine . THE EXCHANGE . BY S. T. COLERIDGE , ESQ . WE pledged our hearts , my love and I , - I in my arms the maiden clasping ; I could not tell the reason why , But oh ! I trembled like an aspen . Her father's love she bade me ...
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... London Magazine . INSCRIPTION FOR A VILLAGE SPRING . CALM is the tenor of my way , Not hurried on with furious haste , Nor raised aloft in proud display : Pure too the tribute of my urn , With constant flow , not idle waste , Offering ...
... London Magazine . INSCRIPTION FOR A VILLAGE SPRING . CALM is the tenor of my way , Not hurried on with furious haste , Nor raised aloft in proud display : Pure too the tribute of my urn , With constant flow , not idle waste , Offering ...
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... London Magazine . THE DEAD SEA . BY THE REV . GEORGE CROLY 100 THE POETICAL ALBUM . Withered Violets By William Read, Esq.
... London Magazine . THE DEAD SEA . BY THE REV . GEORGE CROLY 100 THE POETICAL ALBUM . Withered Violets By William Read, Esq.
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... London Magazine . SONG . THE birds have sung themselves to rest , That flitted ' round our bower ; The weight of the night - dew has bowed The head of every flower ; The ringing of the hunter's horn Has ceased upon the hill , The ...
... London Magazine . SONG . THE birds have sung themselves to rest , That flitted ' round our bower ; The weight of the night - dew has bowed The head of every flower ; The ringing of the hunter's horn Has ceased upon the hill , The ...
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BARRY CORNWALL BATTLE OF ROSLIN beam beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bliss bloom blue blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth fade fair Farewell fate feel flame fled flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's lute lyre merry heart morn murmuring ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round S. T. COLERIDGE scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought tomb Twas voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing young youth
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Página 215 - And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand! And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Página 187 - The sun's eye had a sickly glare ; The earth with age was wan ; The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man. Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands ; In plague and famine some.
Página 95 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 187 - 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 saw the last of human mould That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime...
Página 216 - Ho! maidens of Vienna; ho! matrons of Lucerne; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Página 71 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Página 72 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Página 88 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
Página 95 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 169 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came to Heaven returneth...