The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Tom 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... the prey , Collect thy might , augmented by delay ; Still as the calm , when on her siren breast The slumbering earthquake and the whirlwind rest . To courage , strength - to strength , cool wisdom 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... the prey , Collect thy might , augmented by delay ; Still as the calm , when on her siren breast The slumbering earthquake and the whirlwind rest . To courage , strength - to strength , cool wisdom 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
Strona 7
... dare ? Snatch might from madness ? courage from despair ? If courage lend thy breast a transient ray , ' Tis the storm's lightning - not the beam of day : When on thine hopes the cloud of battle lowers , THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... dare ? Snatch might from madness ? courage from despair ? If courage lend thy breast a transient ray , ' Tis the storm's lightning - not the beam of day : When on thine hopes the cloud of battle lowers , THE POETICAL ALBUM .
Strona 29
... breast ; But there's more in late repentant love than steel may keep suppressed ! And his tears brake forth , at last , like rain , —men held their breath in awe , For his face was seen by his warrior train , and he recked not that they ...
... breast ; But there's more in late repentant love than steel may keep suppressed ! And his tears brake forth , at last , like rain , —men held their breath in awe , For his face was seen by his warrior train , and he recked not that they ...
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... breast , And her eyes looked up among the stars , to Him her soul loved best . He bad his sailors look on her , and hailed her with a cheer , And on the kneeling Virgin straight , they gazed with laugh and jeer ; - They madly vowed a ...
... breast , And her eyes looked up among the stars , to Him her soul loved best . He bad his sailors look on her , and hailed her with a cheer , And on the kneeling Virgin straight , they gazed with laugh and jeer ; - They madly vowed a ...
Strona 42
... breast , Smiling , as pity smiles above despair , Soft as young beauty , soothing age to rest , Sings the night - spirit in thy weedy crest ; And she , the minstrel of the moonlight hours ! Breathes , like some lone one sighing to be ...
... breast , Smiling , as pity smiles above despair , Soft as young beauty , soothing age to rest , Sings the night - spirit in thy weedy crest ; And she , the minstrel of the moonlight hours ! Breathes , like some lone one sighing to be ...
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Strona 223 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Strona 89 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Strona 30 - ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Strona 208 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Strona 336 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...
Strona 221 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Strona 155 - 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...
Strona 221 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Strona 156 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men. Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again: Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.
Strona 96 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...