The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 - English poetry |
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... Beauty , turned away . Then swooped the winds that hurl the giant oak From Snowdon's altitude ; -the thunder broke In deep , percussive , peals — so near , that earth Shook as it threatened a volcano's birth ; And while the angled ...
... Beauty , turned away . Then swooped the winds that hurl the giant oak From Snowdon's altitude ; -the thunder broke In deep , percussive , peals — so near , that earth Shook as it threatened a volcano's birth ; And while the angled ...
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... Beauty bound on board ; And , while they wondering gaze on sail and shroud , The flag flaps o'er them like a crimson cloud . Young Pleasure kissed each heart ! From Persia's loom An ample awning spread its purple bloom To canopy the ...
... Beauty bound on board ; And , while they wondering gaze on sail and shroud , The flag flaps o'er them like a crimson cloud . Young Pleasure kissed each heart ! From Persia's loom An ample awning spread its purple bloom To canopy the ...
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... direct communion hold , And kindred spirits meet to part no more . Gentleman's Magazine , C THE ARTIST'S STUDIO . Beauty should be around the beautiful THE POETICAL ALBUM . 17 Sonnet on Parting with his Books By William Roscoe,
... direct communion hold , And kindred spirits meet to part no more . Gentleman's Magazine , C THE ARTIST'S STUDIO . Beauty should be around the beautiful THE POETICAL ALBUM . 17 Sonnet on Parting with his Books By William Roscoe,
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... beauty is their power and spell . And , like Sweet incense to sweet shrines , dew - scented flowers Filled up the casements ; roses , on whose leaves The summer had just breathed ; the buds of pearl That are the myrtle's dower ...
... beauty is their power and spell . And , like Sweet incense to sweet shrines , dew - scented flowers Filled up the casements ; roses , on whose leaves The summer had just breathed ; the buds of pearl That are the myrtle's dower ...
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And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry Alaric Alexander Watts. Whose sunrise beauty is by noontide past ; That it should ever change , is but the curse Shadowing our every earthly happiness ; But , for one record of its fickleness Are ...
And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry Alaric Alexander Watts. Whose sunrise beauty is by noontide past ; That it should ever change , is but the curse Shadowing our every earthly happiness ; But , for one record of its fickleness Are ...
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BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bliss bloom blue blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth fade fair Farewell fate fear feel flame flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre HERBERT KNOWLES hill hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's lute lyre merry heart morn murmuring ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought tomb Twas visions voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing youth
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Page 354 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Page 69 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 184 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Page 94 - I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Has any Roman soldier...
Page 153 - 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 260 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Page 355 - Seek out— less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Page 317 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Page 69 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Page 139 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...