The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 - English poetry |
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... native hills at last ! - As fair to - morrow's sun those hills may greet , But then the surf shall be their winding - sheet ! And there be others struggling with the spite Of warring B 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM . 3 The East Indiaman.
... native hills at last ! - As fair to - morrow's sun those hills may greet , But then the surf shall be their winding - sheet ! And there be others struggling with the spite Of warring B 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM . 3 The East Indiaman.
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... fair arms shall yield the clasp they sought- Yea , wildly clasp - but they shall heed it not ! II . THE PROGRESS OF THE STORM . O , I have suffered With those that I saw suffer ! a brave vessel , Who had , no doubt , some noble ...
... fair arms shall yield the clasp they sought- Yea , wildly clasp - but they shall heed it not ! II . THE PROGRESS OF THE STORM . O , I have suffered With those that I saw suffer ! a brave vessel , Who had , no doubt , some noble ...
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... fair To read the bosom through the eye - for there A sleepless , an untold of worm may lurk , And do , although it ' plain not , deadly work ; And make men seem unkind to those whom heaven Hath heard them plead for , when the heart was ...
... fair To read the bosom through the eye - for there A sleepless , an untold of worm may lurk , And do , although it ' plain not , deadly work ; And make men seem unkind to those whom heaven Hath heard them plead for , when the heart was ...
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... fair Bride , whose infant Cherubim Oft spirit - clouded from its playthings crept , To weep beside its mother while she wept . But O , they met at length ! And such sweet days Already proved as leave a light that plays Upon the memory ...
... fair Bride , whose infant Cherubim Oft spirit - clouded from its playthings crept , To weep beside its mother while she wept . But O , they met at length ! And such sweet days Already proved as leave a light that plays Upon the memory ...
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... Fair , faultless forms , glide there with wing - like motion ! — Bright as young Peris rising from the ocean ! Eve darkened down - and yet they were not gone ; The sky had changed , the sudden storm came on ! ONE waved on high a ruby ...
... Fair , faultless forms , glide there with wing - like motion ! — Bright as young Peris rising from the ocean ! Eve darkened down - and yet they were not gone ; The sky had changed , the sudden storm came on ! ONE waved on high a ruby ...
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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 feel flame fled flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lingering lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's lute lyre merry heart morn murmuring ne'er never night o'er ocean 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 thou art thought tomb Twas voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing young youth
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Page 215 - And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand! And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Page 187 - The sun's eye had a sickly glare ; The earth with age was wan ; The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man. Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands ; In plague and famine some.
Page 95 - 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 187 - 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 saw the last of human mould That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime...
Page 216 - Ho! maidens of Vienna; ho! matrons of Lucerne; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Page 71 - 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 72 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 88 - 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 95 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 169 - 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...