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I came to the place of my birth and cried , ' The friends of my youth , where are
they ? ' and an echo made answer , “ Where are they po ” The friends with whom
in youth I roved these woodland shades among , Have ceased their kindly ...
I came to the place of my birth and cried , ' The friends of my youth , where are
they ? ' and an echo made answer , “ Where are they po ” The friends with whom
in youth I roved these woodland shades among , Have ceased their kindly ...
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You think I have a merry heart Because my songs are gay , But , oh ! they all were
taught to me , By friends now far away : The bird will breathe her silver note
Though bondage binds her wing ;But is her song a happy one ? I ' m saddest
when I ...
You think I have a merry heart Because my songs are gay , But , oh ! they all were
taught to me , By friends now far away : The bird will breathe her silver note
Though bondage binds her wing ;But is her song a happy one ? I ' m saddest
when I ...
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Examiner . FRIENDS . BY JAMES MONTGOMERY , ESQ . Friend after friend
departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds
not here an end ! Were this frail world our final rest , Living or dying none were
blest .
Examiner . FRIENDS . BY JAMES MONTGOMERY , ESQ . Friend after friend
departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds
not here an end ! Were this frail world our final rest , Living or dying none were
blest .
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Then the Count Alcaras recognised Sir Eustace D'Argencourt , His favoured rival
in the love of Isabel D'Etours ;And on he urged his dastard friends , and as a
cloud they came“ Base traitors ! " shouted D'Argencourt , “ how can ye fight , for ...
Then the Count Alcaras recognised Sir Eustace D'Argencourt , His favoured rival
in the love of Isabel D'Etours ;And on he urged his dastard friends , and as a
cloud they came“ Base traitors ! " shouted D'Argencourt , “ how can ye fight , for ...
Page 389
Mr. Warren , the bookseller , failed a very short time after its publication , and Mr.
M. repaired to his friends at Enniskillen , where he died , in little more than two
months from the date of his letter . Whatever may have been the griefs to which
his ...
Mr. Warren , the bookseller , failed a very short time after its publication , and Mr.
M. repaired to his friends at Enniskillen , where he died , in little more than two
months from the date of his letter . Whatever may have been the griefs to which
his ...
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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2 The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Alaric Alexander Watts |
| Editor | Alaric Alexander Watts |
| Publisher | Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Nov 2006 |
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