The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 - English poetry |
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... rest - and palpitate no more ! Now faint , and far , comes on the wail of death- Heard as the tempest seems to pause for breath ; And now the sheeted levin glares upon A peopled deck , that idly hopes to shun Those ambushed banks o'er ...
... rest - and palpitate no more ! Now faint , and far , comes on the wail of death- Heard as the tempest seems to pause for breath ; And now the sheeted levin glares upon A peopled deck , that idly hopes to shun Those ambushed banks o'er ...
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... rest ! Yes , though while present those we loved might err In many actions though the mind prefer A stranger at the moment , for some boon Of nature , chance , or art , which falls in tune With passing whim - yet , like the butterfly ...
... rest ! Yes , though while present those we loved might err In many actions though the mind prefer A stranger at the moment , for some boon Of nature , chance , or art , which falls in tune With passing whim - yet , like the butterfly ...
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... rest - but would no more reveal Than the faint outline of her pale profile : Though soon ( as maids forego their fears ) she gave Her orbed brow to kiss the wanton wave : Till - like a scornful lover , swoll'n with pride , Because too ...
... rest - but would no more reveal Than the faint outline of her pale profile : Though soon ( as maids forego their fears ) she gave Her orbed brow to kiss the wanton wave : Till - like a scornful lover , swoll'n with pride , Because too ...
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... rest , and heaved , or seemed to heave . O , ' twas an awful moment ! -for the crew Had rashly , deeply drank , while yet they knew No ruling eye was on them - and became Wild as the tempest ! Peril could not tame— Nay , stirred their ...
... rest , and heaved , or seemed to heave . O , ' twas an awful moment ! -for the crew Had rashly , deeply drank , while yet they knew No ruling eye was on them - and became Wild as the tempest ! Peril could not tame— Nay , stirred their ...
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... Rests calm and pale - the grave their bridal bed . Literary Gazette . SONNET ON PARTING WITH HIS BOOKS . BY WILLIAM ROSCOE , ESQ , As one , who destined from his friends to part , Regrets his loss , but hopes again , erewhile To share ...
... Rests calm and pale - the grave their bridal bed . Literary Gazette . SONNET ON PARTING WITH HIS BOOKS . BY WILLIAM ROSCOE , ESQ , As one , who destined from his friends to part , Regrets his loss , but hopes again , erewhile To share ...
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BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bliss bloom blue blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth fade fair Farewell fate feel flame fled flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lingering lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's lute lyre merry heart morn murmuring ne'er never night o'er ocean pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thought tomb Twas voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing young youth
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Page 215 - And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand! And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Page 187 - The sun's eye had a sickly glare ; The earth with age was wan ; The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man. Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands ; In plague and famine some.
Page 95 - 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 187 - 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 saw the last of human mould That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime...
Page 216 - Ho! maidens of Vienna; ho! matrons of Lucerne; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Page 71 - 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 72 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 88 - 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 95 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 169 - 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...