British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].1820 |
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Strona viii
... flowers from a Ro- man Wall , The Violet , The Cast away Ship , The Sequel to ditto . On receiving a branch of Mezereon , Sonnet on the approach of Death , Lines on the Death of Sheridan , Frederic , A sketch from Private Life , On the ...
... flowers from a Ro- man Wall , The Violet , The Cast away Ship , The Sequel to ditto . On receiving a branch of Mezereon , Sonnet on the approach of Death , Lines on the Death of Sheridan , Frederic , A sketch from Private Life , On the ...
Strona xvi
... flowers with it . The sky appeared of a deep blue as he was retiring . Lord STRANGFORD would now have advanced but the voice of the Spirit forbad him , as he did not come for the water on his own account . COLERIDGE , LAMB , and LLOYD ...
... flowers with it . The sky appeared of a deep blue as he was retiring . Lord STRANGFORD would now have advanced but the voice of the Spirit forbad him , as he did not come for the water on his own account . COLERIDGE , LAMB , and LLOYD ...
Strona xvii
... flowers sprang up to catch the pressure of his feet . The Sun- light fell with a finer glow around , Spirits rustled most mirthfully and musically in the air , and a wing every now and then twinkled into sight ( like the Autumn leaf ...
... flowers sprang up to catch the pressure of his feet . The Sun- light fell with a finer glow around , Spirits rustled most mirthfully and musically in the air , and a wing every now and then twinkled into sight ( like the Autumn leaf ...
Strona xviii
... flowers died away upon the banks . No other poet remained to obtain water from the CASTALIAN stream , but still it sparkled and played along with a soul - like and melodious sound . On a sudden I heard a confusion of tongues behind me ...
... flowers died away upon the banks . No other poet remained to obtain water from the CASTALIAN stream , but still it sparkled and played along with a soul - like and melodious sound . On a sudden I heard a confusion of tongues behind me ...
Strona xix
... flowers to cheer these worthies in their pursuit ; they seemed per- fectly satisfied with their own greatness , and were flatter- ed into industry by their own vanity and loudness . After some time the perpetual activity of tongues ...
... flowers to cheer these worthies in their pursuit ; they seemed per- fectly satisfied with their own greatness , and were flatter- ed into industry by their own vanity and loudness . After some time the perpetual activity of tongues ...
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Strona 41 - 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.
Strona 222 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Strona 222 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Strona 240 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Strona 28 - 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 he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Strona 96 - Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Strona 99 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small Cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
Strona 42 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Strona 225 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Strona 2 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.