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John Malcolm, Esq. ON SEEING, IN A LIST OF NEW MUSIC', THE WATERLOO
WALTZ. A moment pause — ye British fair, While pleasure's phantom ye pursue ;
And say — if sprightly dance — or air, Suit with the name of Waterloo ?
John Malcolm, Esq. ON SEEING, IN A LIST OF NEW MUSIC', THE WATERLOO
WALTZ. A moment pause — ye British fair, While pleasure's phantom ye pursue ;
And say — if sprightly dance — or air, Suit with the name of Waterloo ?
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John Malcolm, Esq. ETERNITY. And is it in the flight of threescore years To push
eternity from human thought ? To smother souls immortal in the dust ! A soul
immortal spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness ;
Thrown ...
John Malcolm, Esq. ETERNITY. And is it in the flight of threescore years To push
eternity from human thought ? To smother souls immortal in the dust ! A soul
immortal spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness ;
Thrown ...
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John Malcolm, Esq~ THE LAMENTATION OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS. * I sigh,
and lament me in vain, These walls can but echo my moan ; Alas ! it increases my
pain, To think of the days that are gone. Through the grates of my prison I see ...
John Malcolm, Esq~ THE LAMENTATION OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS. * I sigh,
and lament me in vain, These walls can but echo my moan ; Alas ! it increases my
pain, To think of the days that are gone. Through the grates of my prison I see ...
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John Malcolm, Esq. MY FATHER'S AT THE HELM. The curling waves, with awful
roar, A little bark assailed, And pallid fear's distracting power O'er all on board
prevailed : Save one, the Captain's darling child, Who stedfast viewed the storm,
...
John Malcolm, Esq. MY FATHER'S AT THE HELM. The curling waves, with awful
roar, A little bark assailed, And pallid fear's distracting power O'er all on board
prevailed : Save one, the Captain's darling child, Who stedfast viewed the storm,
...
Page 249
John Malcolm, Esq. REMINISCENCES. Where are you with whom in life I started,
Dear companions of my golden days ? ... Ye are dead, estranged from me, or
parted, — Flown, like morning clouds, a thousand ways. Where art thou, in youth
...
John Malcolm, Esq. REMINISCENCES. Where are you with whom in life I started,
Dear companions of my golden days ? ... Ye are dead, estranged from me, or
parted, — Flown, like morning clouds, a thousand ways. Where art thou, in youth
...
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Anon art thou Barry Cornwall beam beauty beneath blessed blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold Cumnor dark dead dear death deep divine simplicity dream earth Elderslie eternal fade fair farewell father fear feel flowers frae gazed glory glowing gone grave grief harp hast hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn hope hour John Malcolm Kilmeny land life's light lips lisp lonely look LORD BYRON morning mortal mother mountain mourn mused ne'er never night o'er pain pale peace praise prayer rest rose round Samian wine scene shed shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumbers smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tempest thee thine Thomas Lyle thou art thought tomb trembling Twas vile bands voice wake wandering wave weary weep wept wild winds wing withered youth
Popular passages
Page 133 - ALL thoughts,' all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Page 26 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 87 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Page 224 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.
Page 87 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Page 39 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
Page 172 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Page 39 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 64 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ; Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Page 24 - THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Poetical Melange, Volume 1 The Poetical Melange |
| Publisher | G. A. Douglas, 1828 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Oct 2006 |
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