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Page 112
I can believe the sinful dead May haunt it now ; but they had fled From Ebba's
voice of old , when there She raised the hymn of evening prayer . They were a
goodly sight — the sire And that fair child , when round the fire The circle closed ;
but ...
I can believe the sinful dead May haunt it now ; but they had fled From Ebba's
voice of old , when there She raised the hymn of evening prayer . They were a
goodly sight — the sire And that fair child , when round the fire The circle closed ;
but ...
Page 113
And sweet to woman's ear , the praise Of that stern voice which man obeys . That
voice most loud in danger's hour , Has whispers of prevailing power ; And
Conrad's accents Ebba knew Most powerful when he stooped to sue . Into that
home ...
And sweet to woman's ear , the praise Of that stern voice which man obeys . That
voice most loud in danger's hour , Has whispers of prevailing power ; And
Conrad's accents Ebba knew Most powerful when he stooped to sue . Into that
home ...
Page 150
But hark ! a voice that shouts amain , “ Father ! " with childhood's eagerness ; My
boy ( a three years ' imp ) bursts in To claim the accustomed kiss ! This done —
his courage soon is laid — He turns — the stranger is descried It drives him into ...
But hark ! a voice that shouts amain , “ Father ! " with childhood's eagerness ; My
boy ( a three years ' imp ) bursts in To claim the accustomed kiss ! This done —
his courage soon is laid — He turns — the stranger is descried It drives him into ...
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BY MISS MITFORD . Thrre is a voice of magic power To charm the old , delight
the youngIn lordly hall , in rustic bower , In every clime , in every tongue , Howe'er
its sweet vibration rung , In whispers low , in poet's lays , There lives not one who
...
BY MISS MITFORD . Thrre is a voice of magic power To charm the old , delight
the youngIn lordly hall , in rustic bower , In every clime , in every tongue , Howe'er
its sweet vibration rung , In whispers low , in poet's lays , There lives not one who
...
Page 297
Earth has no sounds like these — again it passes With a wild voice , that slowly
rolls away , Leaving a silence not unmusical ! And now again the wind - harp's
frame hath felt The spirit - like the organ's richest peal Rolls the long murmur ,
and ...
Earth has no sounds like these — again it passes With a wild voice , that slowly
rolls away , Leaving a silence not unmusical ! And now again the wind - harp's
frame hath felt The spirit - like the organ's richest peal Rolls the long murmur ,
and ...
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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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