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Page 94
V'hen to their airy halls, my father's voice ihall call my spirit, joyful in their choice ;
Alien, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride, )r, dark in mist, descend the
mountain's side ; )li ! may my shade behold no sculptured urns To mark the spot ...
V'hen to their airy halls, my father's voice ihall call my spirit, joyful in their choice ;
Alien, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride, )r, dark in mist, descend the
mountain's side ; )li ! may my shade behold no sculptured urns To mark the spot ...
Page 203
'Tis nature's law That none, the meanest of created things, Of forms created the
most vile and brute, The dullest or most noxious, should exist Divorced from good
, a spirit and pulse of good, A life and soul, to every mode of being Inseparably ...
'Tis nature's law That none, the meanest of created things, Of forms created the
most vile and brute, The dullest or most noxious, should exist Divorced from good
, a spirit and pulse of good, A life and soul, to every mode of being Inseparably ...
Page 251
Reverses shall brighten their zeal, Misfortune shall hallow his name, And the
world that pursues him shall mournfully feel, How quenchless the spirit and flame
That Frenchmen will breathe, when their hearts are on fire, For the hero they love,
...
Reverses shall brighten their zeal, Misfortune shall hallow his name, And the
world that pursues him shall mournfully feel, How quenchless the spirit and flame
That Frenchmen will breathe, when their hearts are on fire, For the hero they love,
...
Page 51
Yet half I hear the parting spirit sigh, It is a dread and awful thing to die !
Mysterious worlds, untravelled by the sun ! Where time's far-wandering tide has
never'fun, From your unfethomed shades, and viewless spheres, A warning
comes, ...
Yet half I hear the parting spirit sigh, It is a dread and awful thing to die !
Mysterious worlds, untravelled by the sun ! Where time's far-wandering tide has
never'fun, From your unfethomed shades, and viewless spheres, A warning
comes, ...
Page 78
At thy felt presence all emotions cease, And my hashed spirit finds a sudden
peace, Till every worldly thought within me dies, And earth's gay pageants vanish
from my eyes ; Till all my sense is lost in infinite, And one vast object fills my
aching ...
At thy felt presence all emotions cease, And my hashed spirit finds a sudden
peace, Till every worldly thought within me dies, And earth's gay pageants vanish
from my eyes ; Till all my sense is lost in infinite, And one vast object fills my
aching ...
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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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