The Young Lady's Book of Elegant Poetry: Comprising Selections from the Works of British and American Poets |
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... rose " . 21 Address to the Deity ..... 21 Belinda 22 The Thames .... 22 The Castle of Indolence ... 24 The Wearisomeness of what is commonly called a Life of Pleasure .. 25 The Lady of the Lake ... 27 To a Highland Girl . 28 The Wall ...
... rose " . 21 Address to the Deity ..... 21 Belinda 22 The Thames .... 22 The Castle of Indolence ... 24 The Wearisomeness of what is commonly called a Life of Pleasure .. 25 The Lady of the Lake ... 27 To a Highland Girl . 28 The Wall ...
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... 193 To his Guardian Angel 195 To my Harp .. Funeral Hymn The Orphan Boy The Poet's Retreat 196 197 200 201 The Rainbow 202 The Star .... 203 Approach of Evening 204 The Winter Rose .... Human Life .... 205 On the X CONTENTS .
... 193 To his Guardian Angel 195 To my Harp .. Funeral Hymn The Orphan Boy The Poet's Retreat 196 197 200 201 The Rainbow 202 The Star .... 203 Approach of Evening 204 The Winter Rose .... Human Life .... 205 On the X CONTENTS .
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... Rose .... Human Life .... 205 On the Starry Firmament .. To Twilight .. To a Lady 206 208 209 211 Song for May - Day . 211 The Fallen Star .... 212 To her Daughter Ada .. 214 The Dove 214 Influence of Hope on the Mind ..... .. 215 ...
... Rose .... Human Life .... 205 On the Starry Firmament .. To Twilight .. To a Lady 206 208 209 211 Song for May - Day . 211 The Fallen Star .... 212 To her Daughter Ada .. 214 The Dove 214 Influence of Hope on the Mind ..... .. 215 ...
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... Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus ' wain . But where they are , and why they came not back , Is now the labour of my thought ; ' t is likeliest They had engaged their wandering steps too far , And envious darkness , ere they ...
... Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus ' wain . But where they are , and why they came not back , Is now the labour of my thought ; ' t is likeliest They had engaged their wandering steps too far , And envious darkness , ere they ...
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... rose ! Tell her that wastes her time , and me , That now she knows , When I resemble her to thee , How sweet and fair she seems to be . Tell her that's young , And shuns to have her graces spied , That , hadst thou sprung In deserts ...
... rose ! Tell her that wastes her time , and me , That now she knows , When I resemble her to thee , How sweet and fair she seems to be . Tell her that's young , And shuns to have her graces spied , That , hadst thou sprung In deserts ...
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Page 18 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 97 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes.
Page 97 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 300 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; LXXXVII.
Page 229 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine. And all things fair and bright are thine!
Page 101 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet. The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased, the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Page 108 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Page 100 - Be smooth, ye rocks ; ye rapid floods, give way ! The Saviour comes, by ancient bards foretold ! Hear him, ye deaf, and all ye blind, behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day. 'Tis He th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear, And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 96 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Page 113 - 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...