The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 - English poetry |
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... Cold , far too cold to love ! -thy look grows strange ; I want the thousand thoughts that used to play , Like lights and shadowings , in chequered change : That smile ! -I know thou art not like her now , - Within her land — where'er it ...
... Cold , far too cold to love ! -thy look grows strange ; I want the thousand thoughts that used to play , Like lights and shadowings , in chequered change : That smile ! -I know thou art not like her now , - Within her land — where'er it ...
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... cold heart has not ; Those gentle thoughts that consecrate , Even while they weep , the Lover's fate . I thought upon the star - lit hour , When leant the maid ' mid leaf and flower , And blushed and smiled the tale to hear , Poured ...
... cold heart has not ; Those gentle thoughts that consecrate , Even while they weep , the Lover's fate . I thought upon the star - lit hour , When leant the maid ' mid leaf and flower , And blushed and smiled the tale to hear , Poured ...
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... cold blue water- To me did Muça give them , when he spake his sad farewell , And what to say when he comes back , alas ! I cannot tell . " My ear - rings ! my ear - rings ! they were pearls in silver set , That when my Moor was far away ...
... cold blue water- To me did Muça give them , when he spake his sad farewell , And what to say when he comes back , alas ! I cannot tell . " My ear - rings ! my ear - rings ! they were pearls in silver set , That when my Moor was far away ...
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... Cold Austrian forms , with slow delay , Deferred awhile the wished - for day . It came at last . At earliest dawn Conrad had heard the courier's horn ; Snatched from his grasp with eager haste The expected scroll , with joy had traced ...
... Cold Austrian forms , with slow delay , Deferred awhile the wished - for day . It came at last . At earliest dawn Conrad had heard the courier's horn ; Snatched from his grasp with eager haste The expected scroll , with joy had traced ...
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... cold hand , The surgeon takes his silent stand ; And from a neighbouring convent there The old Carthusian kneels in prayer . He wakes - and draws that hand away , Whose pulses speak of life's decay . " These scars attest thy practised ...
... cold hand , The surgeon takes his silent stand ; And from a neighbouring convent there The old Carthusian kneels in prayer . He wakes - and draws that hand away , Whose pulses speak of life's decay . " These scars attest thy practised ...
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art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blest bliss bloom blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charms cheek child clouds cold courser dark dear death deep dream earth fading fair fancy farewell fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glow Godiva gondolier grave green grief hand Harebells hath heart heaven hope hour hyæna J. G. LOCKHART JAMES HOGG JOHN MOULTRIE kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette Literary Souvenir lonely look LORD BYRON lute lyre mirth morn mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Olmutz pale pride rapture rock round scene shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou art thou hast thou wert thought tomb voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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...