The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive PoetryAlaric Alexander Watts |
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... feeling's telegraph ! Impassioned smiles , and tears of rapture starting- Oh , how unlike the tears , which fell at parting ! And all were their's - that good , ship's gallant crew- As though each joy , which absence rendered due Were ...
... feeling's telegraph ! Impassioned smiles , and tears of rapture starting- Oh , how unlike the tears , which fell at parting ! And all were their's - that good , ship's gallant crew- As though each joy , which absence rendered due Were ...
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... Feels Fortune's sun burst on him , and looks up With hope to heaven - forgetful of the cup , The deadly cup his shivering hand yet strained— A hot heart - pang reminds him - it is drained ! Away with words ! for when had true love ever ...
... Feels Fortune's sun burst on him , and looks up With hope to heaven - forgetful of the cup , The deadly cup his shivering hand yet strained— A hot heart - pang reminds him - it is drained ! Away with words ! for when had true love ever ...
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... feel that weakness hath its power , When gentle woman , sobbing and subdued , Breathed forth her vow of holy gratitude , Warm as the contrite Mary's , when -- forgiven-- An angel smiled , recording it in heaven ! IV . THE MORNING AFTER ...
... feel that weakness hath its power , When gentle woman , sobbing and subdued , Breathed forth her vow of holy gratitude , Warm as the contrite Mary's , when -- forgiven-- An angel smiled , recording it in heaven ! IV . THE MORNING AFTER ...
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... feels the cold moonlight Shoot like a pain , as on a western bill The setting planet of the night stood still , Just parted from a cloud . No more the blast Wailed , like a naked spirit rushing past , As though it sought a resting place ...
... feels the cold moonlight Shoot like a pain , as on a western bill The setting planet of the night stood still , Just parted from a cloud . No more the blast Wailed , like a naked spirit rushing past , As though it sought a resting place ...
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... now is broken ! I cannot -- Oh ! hast thou forgot Our early loves -- this hallowed spot ? I almost think I see thee stand ! -- I almost dream I hear thee speaking ! - I feel the pressure of thy hand ! Thy living 4 * THE POETICAL ALbum . 41.
... now is broken ! I cannot -- Oh ! hast thou forgot Our early loves -- this hallowed spot ? I almost think I see thee stand ! -- I almost dream I hear thee speaking ! - I feel the pressure of thy hand ! Thy living 4 * THE POETICAL ALbum . 41.
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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 dreams 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 lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's loveliness lute lyre morning murmur ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round S. T. COLERIDGE 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 95 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
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 214 - 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 102 - I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how?
Page 214 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 89 - 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 121 - We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations : The Roman empire has begun and ended, New worlds have risen, we have lost old nations ; And countless kings have into dust been humbled, While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled.
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 126 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
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...