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Page 107
All earth is vocal ; and the heavens reply , – A thousand voices wander through
the sky ; For there the lark — the master - minstrel sings , And upward - upward
soars on fearless wings ; Till earth recal him to her verdant breast , And love
direct ...
All earth is vocal ; and the heavens reply , – A thousand voices wander through
the sky ; For there the lark — the master - minstrel sings , And upward - upward
soars on fearless wings ; Till earth recal him to her verdant breast , And love
direct ...
Page 108
The groves are green , And fair the flowers ; and there are ever seen By him the
mountain's breast , the hills , the woods , Grass waving fields , and bright and
wandering floods ; The lays of birds are ever on his ear , Music and sylvan beauty
...
The groves are green , And fair the flowers ; and there are ever seen By him the
mountain's breast , the hills , the woods , Grass waving fields , and bright and
wandering floods ; The lays of birds are ever on his ear , Music and sylvan beauty
...
Page 154
Thou grove , thou glade of Tivoli , Dark flood , and rivulet clear , That wind , where
'er you wander by , A stream of beauty on the eye , Of music on the ear :And thou
, that when the wandering moon Illumed the rocky dell , Did'st to my charmed ...
Thou grove , thou glade of Tivoli , Dark flood , and rivulet clear , That wind , where
'er you wander by , A stream of beauty on the eye , Of music on the ear :And thou
, that when the wandering moon Illumed the rocky dell , Did'st to my charmed ...
Page 236
My soul is wandering through the distant groves Of that dear schoolboy dwelling
which it loves But to my tale — I'm somewhat given to prating , I can't but own it ;
but my theme was fine , And all the feelings which I ' ve been narrating Are worth
...
My soul is wandering through the distant groves Of that dear schoolboy dwelling
which it loves But to my tale — I'm somewhat given to prating , I can't but own it ;
but my theme was fine , And all the feelings which I ' ve been narrating Are worth
...
Page 263
Yet not for a brighter your skies I resign , When my wandering footsteps revisit the
Rhine ; But sacred to me , is the roar of the wave That mingles its tide with the
blood of the brave , Where blasts of the trumpet for battle combine , And the heart
...
Yet not for a brighter your skies I resign , When my wandering footsteps revisit the
Rhine ; But sacred to me , is the roar of the wave That mingles its tide with the
blood of the brave , Where blasts of the trumpet for battle combine , And the heart
...
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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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