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Yes — with the quiet deads Baby, thy rest shall be ; Oh ! many a weary wight
Weary of life and light, Would fain lie down with thue. Flee, little tender nursling,
Flee to thy grassy nest ; There the first flowers shall blow, The first pure flake of
snow, ...
Yes — with the quiet deads Baby, thy rest shall be ; Oh ! many a weary wight
Weary of life and light, Would fain lie down with thue. Flee, little tender nursling,
Flee to thy grassy nest ; There the first flowers shall blow, The first pure flake of
snow, ...
Page 117
But nought can charm the luckless Peri ; Her soul is sad — her wings are weary
— Joyless she sees the sun look down On that great temple once his own,
Whose lonely columns stand sublime, Flinging their shadows from on THE
FOETICAL ...
But nought can charm the luckless Peri ; Her soul is sad — her wings are weary
— Joyless she sees the sun look down On that great temple once his own,
Whose lonely columns stand sublime, Flinging their shadows from on THE
FOETICAL ...
Page 161
Where tears are wiped from every eye, And sorrow is unknown ; From the
burthen of the flesh, And from care and fear released, Where the wicked cease
from troubling, And the weary are at rest. The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er,
And ...
Where tears are wiped from every eye, And sorrow is unknown ; From the
burthen of the flesh, And from care and fear released, Where the wicked cease
from troubling, And the weary are at rest. The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er,
And ...
Page 191
Man hath a weary pilgrimage, As through the world he wends ; On every stage
from youth to age Still discontent attends. With heaviness he casts his eye Upon
the road before, THE POETICAL MELANGE. 191 Man hath a weary pilgrimage.
Man hath a weary pilgrimage, As through the world he wends ; On every stage
from youth to age Still discontent attends. With heaviness he casts his eye Upon
the road before, THE POETICAL MELANGE. 191 Man hath a weary pilgrimage.
Page 202
He plies his weary journey, seeing still, And never knowing that he sees, some
straw, Some scattered leaf, or marks, which in one track, The nails of cart or
chariot wheel have left Impressed on the white road, in the same line, At distance
still ...
He plies his weary journey, seeing still, And never knowing that he sees, some
straw, Some scattered leaf, or marks, which in one track, The nails of cart or
chariot wheel have left Impressed on the white road, in the same line, At distance
still ...
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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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