The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 - English poetry |
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... Dreams • The Charm . From the Spanish Stanzas Evening Thoughts The Northern Star The Incognita To a Butterfly resting on ... Dream 233 · 234 Time's Swiftness . By the Hon . W. Spencer 235 Lines written beneath the Bust of Shakspeare . By ...
... Dreams • The Charm . From the Spanish Stanzas Evening Thoughts The Northern Star The Incognita To a Butterfly resting on ... Dream 233 · 234 Time's Swiftness . By the Hon . W. Spencer 235 Lines written beneath the Bust of Shakspeare . By ...
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... dream ! - ' tis but the ocean roar ! — Oh no ! it echoes from the swarming shore ! Kind Heaven , thy hand was there . With swelling bound The vast waves heaved the giant hull aground ; And , ebbing with the turning tide , became , Like ...
... dream ! - ' tis but the ocean roar ! — Oh no ! it echoes from the swarming shore ! Kind Heaven , thy hand was there . With swelling bound The vast waves heaved the giant hull aground ; And , ebbing with the turning tide , became , Like ...
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... dream of loveliness , Her hair streamed on the wind , a shower of gold Hung from a crown of stars , and four white steeds Were harnessed by spring blossoms to the car Whereon she stood . Her eye was on a youth , Graceful as young ...
... dream of loveliness , Her hair streamed on the wind , a shower of gold Hung from a crown of stars , and four white steeds Were harnessed by spring blossoms to the car Whereon she stood . Her eye was on a youth , Graceful as young ...
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... dream of poetry . But , hung Apart from all the rest , as if too dear For aught but solitude , was one , —it was The portrait of a lovely girl ; the lips Were such as Summer kisses , when he first Touches the pure and rosy mouth of ...
... dream of poetry . But , hung Apart from all the rest , as if too dear For aught but solitude , was one , —it was The portrait of a lovely girl ; the lips Were such as Summer kisses , when he first Touches the pure and rosy mouth of ...
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... dreams Of his impassioned boyhood ; he had come With a rich store of burning thoughts , of hopes Like sunrise , vivid fancies , feelings wild , High energies , all that young talent has ; And he had nourished them amid those shades ...
... dreams Of his impassioned boyhood ; he had come With a rich store of burning thoughts , of hopes Like sunrise , vivid fancies , feelings wild , High energies , all that young talent has ; And he had nourished them amid those shades ...
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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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Page 126 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 298 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 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...
Page 215 - With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers, 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 empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for His own holy Name, and Henry of Navarre.
Page 355 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Page 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...
Page 102 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
Page 89 - Seek out— less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.