The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 - English poetry |
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... parting friends , such death be mine ! Montgomery MORTALITY . I. O why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? Like a fast flitting meteor , a fast flying cloud , A flash of the lightning , a break of the THE FOETICAL MELANGE . 19.
... parting friends , such death be mine ! Montgomery MORTALITY . I. O why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? Like a fast flitting meteor , a fast flying cloud , A flash of the lightning , a break of the THE FOETICAL MELANGE . 19.
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... spirit ! haste , depart ! And is this death ? Dread thing ! If such thy visiting , How beautiful thou art ! Oh ! I could gaze for ever Upon that waxen face : So passionless ! so ' pure ! The little shrine was sure An Angel's dwelling ...
... spirit ! haste , depart ! And is this death ? Dread thing ! If such thy visiting , How beautiful thou art ! Oh ! I could gaze for ever Upon that waxen face : So passionless ! so ' pure ! The little shrine was sure An Angel's dwelling ...
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... spirit shall start ; Tho ' the raven has fed on his mouldering heart , A nobler was never embalmed ! Campbell . THE DYING FATHER TO HIS DAUGHTER . To me , my sweet Kathleen , the Benshee has cried , And I die - ere to - morrow I die ...
... spirit shall start ; Tho ' the raven has fed on his mouldering heart , A nobler was never embalmed ! Campbell . THE DYING FATHER TO HIS DAUGHTER . To me , my sweet Kathleen , the Benshee has cried , And I die - ere to - morrow I die ...
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... spirit that mysterious works , Unsanctified . Aloud her father cursed That day his guilty pride which would not own A daughter whom the God of heaven and earth , Was not ashamed to call his own ; and he Who ruined her read from her holy ...
... spirit that mysterious works , Unsanctified . Aloud her father cursed That day his guilty pride which would not own A daughter whom the God of heaven and earth , Was not ashamed to call his own ; and he Who ruined her read from her holy ...
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... spirit will redeem From this wild region of unvaried pain . Yon brook will glide as softly as before , - ; Yon landscape smile , -yon golden harvest grow ; Yon sprightly lark on mountain wing will soar , When Henry's name is heard no ...
... spirit will redeem From this wild region of unvaried pain . Yon brook will glide as softly as before , - ; Yon landscape smile , -yon golden harvest grow ; Yon sprightly lark on mountain wing will soar , When Henry's name is heard no ...
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Page 131 - 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 24 - 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 85 - 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 222 - 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 85 - 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 37 - 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 166 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Page 37 - 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 62 - 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 22 - 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...