The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of Standard and Fugitive Poetry, Including a Few Translations Hitherto Unpublished |
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... Leaf falling into a Gen- tleman's Bosom , From Sympathy , The Evening Landscape , Viola , from the Italian , Dreams , The Dirge , The Female Exile , Love of Country , Hymn to Nature , This is not Love , Roberts , Pratt , Anonymous ...
... Leaf falling into a Gen- tleman's Bosom , From Sympathy , The Evening Landscape , Viola , from the Italian , Dreams , The Dirge , The Female Exile , Love of Country , Hymn to Nature , This is not Love , Roberts , Pratt , Anonymous ...
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... Leaf at the end of Waverley , Pope , Page 302 Coleridge , 304 Mrs B. C. Wilson , 308 A Dirge , Song , A Mortal's Wish , Chatterton , 309 Dryden , S11 Porter , $ 12 The Shepherd , Stanzas written at Sunset , Gillespie , 314 Anonymous ...
... Leaf at the end of Waverley , Pope , Page 302 Coleridge , 304 Mrs B. C. Wilson , 308 A Dirge , Song , A Mortal's Wish , Chatterton , 309 Dryden , S11 Porter , $ 12 The Shepherd , Stanzas written at Sunset , Gillespie , 314 Anonymous ...
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... leaf of the tree which stood near me was stirr'd , 4 126 344 55 O'er the evils of life ' tis a folly to fret , O fairest orb of heav'nly light , Oft have I seen yon solitary man , Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair , Oh , fly ! ' tis ...
... leaf of the tree which stood near me was stirr'd , 4 126 344 55 O'er the evils of life ' tis a folly to fret , O fairest orb of heav'nly light , Oft have I seen yon solitary man , Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair , Oh , fly ! ' tis ...
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... glory . THE SOLITARY TOMB . BARTON . Nor a leaf of the tree which stood near me was stirr'd , Tho ' a breath might have mov'd it so lightly ; Nor a farewell note from a sweet - singing bird 4 THE POETICAL The Solitary Tomb, Barton,
... glory . THE SOLITARY TOMB . BARTON . Nor a leaf of the tree which stood near me was stirr'd , Tho ' a breath might have mov'd it so lightly ; Nor a farewell note from a sweet - singing bird 4 THE POETICAL The Solitary Tomb, Barton,
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... leaves unclose , And to full fragrance spread the flower ! What is that smile , whose rapt'rous glow Passion's impetuous breath inspires , Whilst Pleasure's gaudy blossoms blow , And the eye beams with guilty fires ? ' Tis the volcano's ...
... leaves unclose , And to full fragrance spread the flower ! What is that smile , whose rapt'rous glow Passion's impetuous breath inspires , Whilst Pleasure's gaudy blossoms blow , And the eye beams with guilty fires ? ' Tis the volcano's ...
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Page 53 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 187 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 270 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Page 247 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Page 235 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out...
Page 304 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Page 189 - If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of Death...
Page 229 - Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
Page 85 - Erin, my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But, alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
Page 4 - 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.