Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 |
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... falls , unnoticed all his worth , Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth : While man , vain insect ! hopes to be forgiven , And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven . Oh , man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour , Debas'd by slavery ...
... falls , unnoticed all his worth , Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth : While man , vain insect ! hopes to be forgiven , And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven . Oh , man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour , Debas'd by slavery ...
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... falls rapidly along ; The solitary helmsman sits to guide , And sings an idle song . Now o'er the rocks that lay So silent late the shallow current roars ; Fast flow thy waters on their sea - ward way , Through wider - spreading shores ...
... falls rapidly along ; The solitary helmsman sits to guide , And sings an idle song . Now o'er the rocks that lay So silent late the shallow current roars ; Fast flow thy waters on their sea - ward way , Through wider - spreading shores ...
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... fall of the Cistus flower ; When the Primrose of evening was ready to burst , I heard thee last , as I saw thee first ; In the silence of the evening hour , Heard I thee , thou busy , busy Bee . Thou art a miser , thou busy , busy Bee ...
... fall of the Cistus flower ; When the Primrose of evening was ready to burst , I heard thee last , as I saw thee first ; In the silence of the evening hour , Heard I thee , thou busy , busy Bee . Thou art a miser , thou busy , busy Bee ...
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... fall O'er the dear book so pure , so white , And sullied lines , and marge and all ! In vain he sought , with eager lip , The honey from the leaf to drink , For still the more the boy would sip , The deeper still the blot would sink ...
... fall O'er the dear book so pure , so white , And sullied lines , and marge and all ! In vain he sought , with eager lip , The honey from the leaf to drink , For still the more the boy would sip , The deeper still the blot would sink ...
Strona 57
... can see One bright drop or two , that has fall'n on the leaves From her fountain divine , ' tis sufficient for me ! ST . JEROME'S LOVE . WHO is the maid my MOORE . 57 This Life is all chequered with Pleasures and Woes.
... can see One bright drop or two , that has fall'n on the leaves From her fountain divine , ' tis sufficient for me ! ST . JEROME'S LOVE . WHO is the maid my MOORE . 57 This Life is all chequered with Pleasures and Woes.
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Strona 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Strona 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Strona 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Strona 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Strona 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Strona 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Strona 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Strona 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd 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. 490 '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.
Strona 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Strona 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.