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Page 69
There is a flower , a purple flower , Sown by the wind , nursed by the shower , O'
er which Love has breathed a power and spell The truth of whispering Hope to
tell . Lightly the maiden's cheek has prest The pillow of her dreaming rest , Yet a ...
There is a flower , a purple flower , Sown by the wind , nursed by the shower , O'
er which Love has breathed a power and spell The truth of whispering Hope to
tell . Lightly the maiden's cheek has prest The pillow of her dreaming rest , Yet a ...
Page 102
... When leant the maid ' mid leaf and flower , And blushed and smiled the tale to
hear , Poured from her dark - eyed cavalier ; And yet , I too must moralize , Albeit
with gentler sympathies , Of all my own fond heart can tell Of love's despair , and
...
... When leant the maid ' mid leaf and flower , And blushed and smiled the tale to
hear , Poured from her dark - eyed cavalier ; And yet , I too must moralize , Albeit
with gentler sympathies , Of all my own fond heart can tell Of love's despair , and
...
Page 109
My ear - rings ! my ear - rings ! they've dropt into the well , And what to say to
Muça , I cannot , cannot tell . ” – ' T was thus Granada's fountain by , spoke
Albuharez ' daughter , “ The well is deep , far down they lie , beneath the cold
blue ...
My ear - rings ! my ear - rings ! they've dropt into the well , And what to say to
Muça , I cannot , cannot tell . ” – ' T was thus Granada's fountain by , spoke
Albuharez ' daughter , “ The well is deep , far down they lie , beneath the cold
blue ...
Page 214
He gazed on the river that gurgled by , But he thought not of the reeds ; He
clasped his gilded rosary , But he did not tell the beads : If he looked to the
heaven , ' t was not to invoke The Spirit that dwelleth there ; If he opened his lips ,
the words ...
He gazed on the river that gurgled by , But he thought not of the reeds ; He
clasped his gilded rosary , But he did not tell the beads : If he looked to the
heaven , ' t was not to invoke The Spirit that dwelleth there ; If he opened his lips ,
the words ...
Page 298
... but suited well The stillness of the scene , like thoughts that move Silently o'er
the soul or linger there , Shedding a tender twilight pensiveness ! This is an idle
song ! —I cannot tell What charms were hers who died .-- I cannot tell What grief ...
... but suited well The stillness of the scene , like thoughts that move Silently o'er
the soul or linger there , Shedding a tender twilight pensiveness ! This is an idle
song ! —I cannot tell What charms were hers who died .-- I cannot tell What grief ...
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Popular passages
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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