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Death , on his pallid Horse , rode triumphingFit rider for such steed — through
flaming space ; When , swifter than the lightning's swiftest wing , From the high
star's pre - eminence of place , A bright bolt , shot in thunder — and both rider
And ...
Death , on his pallid Horse , rode triumphingFit rider for such steed — through
flaming space ; When , swifter than the lightning's swiftest wing , From the high
star's pre - eminence of place , A bright bolt , shot in thunder — and both rider
And ...
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Or , while thy wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with thy nest , upon the dewy
ground ? Thy nest , which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings
composed , that music still . To the last point of vision , and beyond , Mount ,
daring ...
Or , while thy wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with thy nest , upon the dewy
ground ? Thy nest , which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings
composed , that music still . To the last point of vision , and beyond , Mount ,
daring ...
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Ye whose bright wings a seldom splendour darted Through Eden's fresh and
flowering shades of yore ? Now are the fountains dried on that sweet spot , And
ye- our faded earth beholds you not ! Yet , by your shining eyes not all forsaken ...
Ye whose bright wings a seldom splendour darted Through Eden's fresh and
flowering shades of yore ? Now are the fountains dried on that sweet spot , And
ye- our faded earth beholds you not ! Yet , by your shining eyes not all forsaken ...
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It is a morn of June : - the gentle Spring Has flown ; but shook such freshness
from her wing O'er field and grove , that ... For there the lark — the master -
minstrel sings , And upward - upward soars on fearless wings ; Till earth recal
him to her ...
It is a morn of June : - the gentle Spring Has flown ; but shook such freshness
from her wing O'er field and grove , that ... For there the lark — the master -
minstrel sings , And upward - upward soars on fearless wings ; Till earth recal
him to her ...
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Ob ! that I had the wings of a dove , that I might flee away and be at rest . So
prayed the Psalmist , to be free From mortal bonds and earthly thrall ; And such ,
or soon or late , shall be Full oft the heart - breathed prayer of all ; And we , when
life's ...
Ob ! that I had the wings of a dove , that I might flee away and be at rest . So
prayed the Psalmist , to be free From mortal bonds and earthly thrall ; And such ,
or soon or late , shall be Full oft the heart - breathed prayer of all ; And we , when
life's ...
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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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