The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 - English poetry |
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... Morning after the Storm Sonnet on Parting with his Books . By William Roscoe , Esq . The Artist's Studio . By L. E. L. Sonnet . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles To Mont Blanc Ode , written for Recitation at the Farewell Dinner in Honour of ...
... Morning after the Storm Sonnet on Parting with his Books . By William Roscoe , Esq . The Artist's Studio . By L. E. L. Sonnet . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles To Mont Blanc Ode , written for Recitation at the Farewell Dinner in Honour of ...
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... Morning after the Storm Sonnet on Parting with his Books . By William Roscoe , Esq . The Artist's Studio . By L. E. L. Sonnet . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles To Mont Blanc • 26 388 28 Ode , written for Recitation at the Farewell Dinner in ...
... Morning after the Storm Sonnet on Parting with his Books . By William Roscoe , Esq . The Artist's Studio . By L. E. L. Sonnet . By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles To Mont Blanc • 26 388 28 Ode , written for Recitation at the Farewell Dinner in ...
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... morning's sun Revealed the cliffs their thoughts had dwelt upon Through exiled years ; and bade , all peril past , The warm heart hail its native hills at last ! - As fair to - morrow's sun those hills may greet , But then the surf ...
... morning's sun Revealed the cliffs their thoughts had dwelt upon Through exiled years ; and bade , all peril past , The warm heart hail its native hills at last ! - As fair to - morrow's sun those hills may greet , But then the surf ...
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... MORNING AFTER THE STORM . O heavens ! is't possible a young maid's wits Should be as mortal as an old man's life ? Nature is fine in love : and where ' tis fine , It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves ...
... MORNING AFTER THE STORM . O heavens ! is't possible a young maid's wits Should be as mortal as an old man's life ? Nature is fine in love : and where ' tis fine , It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves ...
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... morn - the waning mists , with shadowy sweep , Draw their cold curtains slowly from the deep . ' Tis morn - but gladness comes not with her ray ! The bright and breathing scene of yesterday Is gone , as if that swift consuming wing Had ...
... morn - the waning mists , with shadowy sweep , Draw their cold curtains slowly from the deep . ' Tis morn - but gladness comes not with her ray ! The bright and breathing scene of yesterday Is gone , as if that swift consuming wing Had ...
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Page 354 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Page 69 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 184 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Page 94 - I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Has any Roman soldier...
Page 153 - 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...
Page 260 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Page 355 - Seek out— less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Page 317 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Page 69 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Page 139 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...