Midnight musings, poems1832 |
From inside the book
Results 6-10 of 12
Page 11
... break the gloom profound That reigns those awful regions round . She seldom heard of battles , save When wandering minstrel proudly gave His meed of glory to the brave , } Whose very names , like war - cries heard , 11.
... break the gloom profound That reigns those awful regions round . She seldom heard of battles , save When wandering minstrel proudly gave His meed of glory to the brave , } Whose very names , like war - cries heard , 11.
Page 20
... reign , And landed from the Gallic shore , Again the royal banner bore ; But hearing that on Barnet field Her army had been forced to yield , The Star of WARWICK quenched in blood , Her forces slain by field and flood- With withered ...
... reign , And landed from the Gallic shore , Again the royal banner bore ; But hearing that on Barnet field Her army had been forced to yield , The Star of WARWICK quenched in blood , Her forces slain by field and flood- With withered ...
Page 68
... list'ning ear it comes , Like music heard at night ! Oh , sing to me while moonlight reigns , And skies are pure above- Then shall I know the blended joy Of melody and love ! SONG . As the violet sheds her sweet perfume around 68.
... list'ning ear it comes , Like music heard at night ! Oh , sing to me while moonlight reigns , And skies are pure above- Then shall I know the blended joy Of melody and love ! SONG . As the violet sheds her sweet perfume around 68.
Page 90
... reigns everlasting love . High Princes no more Shall make thee deplore That thine was a soul of light ; Thy fame like a star Shall shine from afar , Above the dark clouds of night . Resigned was thy soul For its final goal- Thy spirit ...
... reigns everlasting love . High Princes no more Shall make thee deplore That thine was a soul of light ; Thy fame like a star Shall shine from afar , Above the dark clouds of night . Resigned was thy soul For its final goal- Thy spirit ...
Page 117
... reigns- We rule on the vallies , we glide o'er the plains- Or we link ourselves with the sea - nymphs bands , And sport in wild joy by the ocean's sands : But of all the feelings with pleasure rife That gladden the hours of fairy life ...
... reigns- We rule on the vallies , we glide o'er the plains- Or we link ourselves with the sea - nymphs bands , And sport in wild joy by the ocean's sands : But of all the feelings with pleasure rife That gladden the hours of fairy life ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
AGNES amid anguish arrayed ARTHUR balmy banner battle beam beauty beneath bitter bloom breast breathe bright bring brow calm cheek cheer CLIFFORD's CLIFFORD's tower clouds dark death decay deep delight DEMERARA dew-drops DIRGE E'en early earth fade faint fairy falchions fame farewell feelings flowers gallant band gaze gentle gladness gloom glory grief hath heard Heaven holy hopes laurel wreath life's light lonely look of love lour lyre maiden rest mem'ry merry England mirth moonlight morning mourn neath night o'er ocean pain pale path peace perchance perfume placid plain pleasures pow'r pride pure Queen reigns reigns o'er rill scene seems shed shine shone silent sleep smile sorrow soul spirit splendour star strife tears thee thine thou thoughts thro Tis sweet tomb transient vale vanished VESPER HOUR visage voice wake warrior weary ween wings withered young heart youth
Popular passages
Page 59 - OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night...
Page 67 - Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Page 48 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 56 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
Page 89 - Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest !