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Page 219
Smile , lady , smile ! -I will not see Rivers and Hastings bend the knee , Till those
bewitching lips of thine , Will bid me rise in bliss from mine . Smile , lady , smile !
—for who would win A loveless throne through guilt and sin ? Or who would ...
Smile , lady , smile ! -I will not see Rivers and Hastings bend the knee , Till those
bewitching lips of thine , Will bid me rise in bliss from mine . Smile , lady , smile !
—for who would win A loveless throne through guilt and sin ? Or who would ...
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—She stood before me With sweet sad brow , like the wan moon at midnight
Smiling in silence on a world at rest-I ... That a wan cheek , with a sad smile ,
upbraided me ; I felt that mirth was but a mockery , Yet I was mirthful :I lay down to
sleepI ...
—She stood before me With sweet sad brow , like the wan moon at midnight
Smiling in silence on a world at rest-I ... That a wan cheek , with a sad smile ,
upbraided me ; I felt that mirth was but a mockery , Yet I was mirthful :I lay down to
sleepI ...
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She stood before me In beauty — the wan smile had passed awayThe eye was
bright - I could not bear its brightness . Till now I knew not death was terrible , For
seldom did I dwell upon the thought ; And if , in some wild moment , Fancy ...
She stood before me In beauty — the wan smile had passed awayThe eye was
bright - I could not bear its brightness . Till now I knew not death was terrible , For
seldom did I dwell upon the thought ; And if , in some wild moment , Fancy ...
Page 334
... and yet lighter feet ; And here the beautiful Mary kept her court , Where sighs
and smiles made her regality , And dreamed not of the long and many years
When the heart was to waste itself away In hope , whose anxiousness was as a
curse ...
... and yet lighter feet ; And here the beautiful Mary kept her court , Where sighs
and smiles made her regality , And dreamed not of the long and many years
When the heart was to waste itself away In hope , whose anxiousness was as a
curse ...
Page 336
And still upon that face I look , And think ' t will smile again ; And still the thought I
will not brook , That I must look in vain ! But when I speak , thou dost not say What
thou ne'er left'st unsaid , And now I feel , as well I may , Sweet Mary ! thou art ...
And still upon that face I look , And think ' t will smile again ; And still the thought I
will not brook , That I must look in vain ! But when I speak , thou dost not say What
thou ne'er left'st unsaid , And now I feel , as well I may , Sweet Mary ! thou art ...
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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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