The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Tom 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... close , Suckled in storms , and cradled on the snows , Hard as that sea of stone , that belts their strand With marble wave , more solid than the land ; Men fiercer than their skies , inured to toil , And as the grave tenacious of the ...
... close , Suckled in storms , and cradled on the snows , Hard as that sea of stone , that belts their strand With marble wave , more solid than the land ; Men fiercer than their skies , inured to toil , And as the grave tenacious of the ...
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... close thy hand , and close thy heart , And be thy very soul of clay , And thou wilt be the thing the crowd Will worship , cringe to , and obey . But look thou upon Nature's face , As the young poet loves to look ; And lean thou where ...
... close thy hand , and close thy heart , And be thy very soul of clay , And thou wilt be the thing the crowd Will worship , cringe to , and obey . But look thou upon Nature's face , As the young poet loves to look ; And lean thou where ...
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... close in everlasting night mine eyes . Snatched in this crisis from my yawning grave , Belzoni rolled me to the banks of Nile , And slowly heaving o'er the western wave , This massy fragment reached the imperial isle . In London , now ...
... close in everlasting night mine eyes . Snatched in this crisis from my yawning grave , Belzoni rolled me to the banks of Nile , And slowly heaving o'er the western wave , This massy fragment reached the imperial isle . In London , now ...
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... close portrayed Before I heard it . Who but might have guessed That one so ripe for heaven would early fade In this brief state of trouble and unrest , Yet only wither here to bloom in life more blest . My theme is one of joy , and not ...
... close portrayed Before I heard it . Who but might have guessed That one so ripe for heaven would early fade In this brief state of trouble and unrest , Yet only wither here to bloom in life more blest . My theme is one of joy , and not ...
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... close against the sky ! It was a childish ignorance , - But now ' t is little joy To know I'm further off from heaven , Than when I was a boy ! Friendship's Offering . THE STATUE OF THE DYING GLADIATOR . BY E. CHINNERY.
... close against the sky ! It was a childish ignorance , - But now ' t is little joy To know I'm further off from heaven , Than when I was a boy ! Friendship's Offering . THE STATUE OF THE DYING GLADIATOR . BY E. CHINNERY.
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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 221 - Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
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 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 202 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
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 203 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young, faithful heart.
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 84 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...