The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 - English poetry |
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... Child On the Death of King George III . 122 123 124 The Parting Song . By Mrs. Hemans Lines written on a Starry Night A Picture . By Percy Bysshe Shelley To Death . From the German of Glück . By Professor Wilson The Mariner's Dream . By ...
... Child On the Death of King George III . 122 123 124 The Parting Song . By Mrs. Hemans Lines written on a Starry Night A Picture . By Percy Bysshe Shelley To Death . From the German of Glück . By Professor Wilson The Mariner's Dream . By ...
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... Child . By Ismael Fitzadam • 284 Sonnets from Petrarch . By Lady Dacre 285 To a Friend , with the foregoing Translations . By Lady Dacre 286 The Swiss Beggar 287 · The Pains of Memory 288 To Rosa . By W. Read , Esq . · 289 The Launch of ...
... Child . By Ismael Fitzadam • 284 Sonnets from Petrarch . By Lady Dacre 285 To a Friend , with the foregoing Translations . By Lady Dacre 286 The Swiss Beggar 287 · The Pains of Memory 288 To Rosa . By W. Read , Esq . · 289 The Launch of ...
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... . By Miss M. J. Jewsbury 377 Changes 379 Chantrey's Sleeping Children . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles 380 Woman's Truth 381 Clovelly 383 Ben Nevis 384 THE POETICAL ALBUM . THE CONFLAGRATION OF MOSCOW . BY xvi CONTENTS .
... . By Miss M. J. Jewsbury 377 Changes 379 Chantrey's Sleeping Children . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles 380 Woman's Truth 381 Clovelly 383 Ben Nevis 384 THE POETICAL ALBUM . THE CONFLAGRATION OF MOSCOW . BY xvi CONTENTS .
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... Child . By Miss Jewsbury Stanzas Our Lady's Well . By Mrs. Hemans 162 166 167 · 168 The Dirge of Wallace . By Thomas Campbell , Esq . 169 Anna's Grave . By William Gifford , Esq . 171 An Evening Sketch . By D. M. Moir , Esq . 172 ...
... Child . By Miss Jewsbury Stanzas Our Lady's Well . By Mrs. Hemans 162 166 167 · 168 The Dirge of Wallace . By Thomas Campbell , Esq . 169 Anna's Grave . By William Gifford , Esq . 171 An Evening Sketch . By D. M. Moir , Esq . 172 ...
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... Child Alexis . By the Rev. C. H. Townsend Song . By Percy Rolle The Death of the First - born . By Alaric A. Watts Think of me . By Miss L. E. Landon The Female Exile . By Miss Bannerman To a Dead Eagle . By D. M. Moir , Esq . A Lament ...
... Child Alexis . By the Rev. C. H. Townsend Song . By Percy Rolle The Death of the First - born . By Alaric A. Watts Think of me . By Miss L. E. Landon The Female Exile . By Miss Bannerman To a Dead Eagle . By D. M. Moir , Esq . A Lament ...
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Page 22 - THE SISTERS. BY ALARIC A. WATTS. They grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition; Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So with two seeming bodies, but one heart. I SAW them when their bud of life Was slowly opening into flower, Before a cloud of care or strife
Page 195 - press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too; While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows,
Page 73 - whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may— For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll: And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live. HART S WELL,
Page 73 - WORK WITHOUT HOPE. LINES COMPOSED ON A DAY IN FEBRUARY. BY ST COLERIDGE, ESQ. 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,
Page 249 - Not there, not there, my child!" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies?— Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the hreeze, And strange, bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things?" —
Page 80 - dark and high; I used to think their slender spires Were close against the sky! It was a childish ignorance,— But now 'tis little joy To know I 'm further off from heaven, Than when I was a boy!
Page 201 - That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates, Nor wild Malwah detain, For sweet the bliss us both awaits, By yonder western main. Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say, Across the dark blue sea; But ne'er were hearts so light and gay, As then shall meet in thee! DOMESTIC LOVE. DOMESTIC Love! not in proud palace
Page 137 - To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief that man shall taste— Go, tell the night that hides thy face, Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, On earth's sepulchral clod, The darkening universe defy To quench his immortality, Or shake his trust in God ! SONG.
Page 172 - ere, Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! 0 Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that thou and I were one— I 'll think it but a fond conceit; It cannot be that thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet
Page 135 - is Mercy bids thee go, For thou ten thousand thousand years Hast seen the tide of human tears, That shall no longer flow. What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill; Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim discrowned king of day: