Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore, Scott [and Others] : with Many Fugitive Pieces of Distinguished MeritWightman and Cramp, 1826 - 392 σελίδες |
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... brow ! O love - born smiles ! where are you now ? One moment since that cheek how red ! And now the blush of conquest fled : Those locks that did so richly flow , - Ah ! turned , turned all to snow ! " Relentless Time ! " the poets sing ...
... brow ! O love - born smiles ! where are you now ? One moment since that cheek how red ! And now the blush of conquest fled : Those locks that did so richly flow , - Ah ! turned , turned all to snow ! " Relentless Time ! " the poets sing ...
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... brow , Whose touch thrills with mortality , And curdles to the gazer's heart , As if to him it would impart The doom he dreads , yet dweils upon ; — Yes , but for these , and these alone , Some moments - aye - one treacherous hour , He ...
... brow , Whose touch thrills with mortality , And curdles to the gazer's heart , As if to him it would impart The doom he dreads , yet dweils upon ; — Yes , but for these , and these alone , Some moments - aye - one treacherous hour , He ...
Σελίδα 66
... brow of the sky , Treading its depths in the power of her might , And turning the clouds , as they pass her , to light ! Look to the waters ! -asleep on their breast , Seems not the ship like an island of rest ? Bright and alone on the ...
... brow of the sky , Treading its depths in the power of her might , And turning the clouds , as they pass her , to light ! Look to the waters ! -asleep on their breast , Seems not the ship like an island of rest ? Bright and alone on the ...
Σελίδα 76
... brow , Look on your brother , and embrace him now , In still and solemn trust ! Come near ! once more let kindred lips be press'd On his cold cheek , then bear him to his rest . Look yet on this young face ! What shall the beauty , from ...
... brow , Look on your brother , and embrace him now , In still and solemn trust ! Come near ! once more let kindred lips be press'd On his cold cheek , then bear him to his rest . Look yet on this young face ! What shall the beauty , from ...
Σελίδα 80
... brow . The sword , the banner , and the field , Glory and Greece around us see ; The Spartan borne upon his shield Was not more free . Awake ! not Greece - she is awake ! Awake , my spirit , —think through whom My life - blood tastes ...
... brow . The sword , the banner , and the field , Glory and Greece around us see ; The Spartan borne upon his shield Was not more free . Awake ! not Greece - she is awake ! Awake , my spirit , —think through whom My life - blood tastes ...
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admiring bands amid Argentine barbed horse Barry Cornwall beam beauty beneath billows blaze blood blue bosom bower brave breast breath bright brow charm cheek child clouds cold dark dear death death or freedom deep delight dread dream earth Edward Bruce fair fairy fear feel fierce fire fled flowers gaze gentle glide gloom glory glow grave guardian band hast hath heard heart heaven hope hour Inchcape Rock Joanna Baillie lady light lips lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron lost for love maid moon morning ne'er night o'er ocean pale pride R. B. SHERIDAN rapture rest rock rose round Sappho seem'd shade shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star stood storm sweet tears thee thine thou thought toy'd trembling Twas voice wave weep wild wind wings youth
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Σελίδα 250 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell's!
Σελίδα 125 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Σελίδα 26 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Σελίδα 208 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Σελίδα 312 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Σελίδα 97 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody...
Σελίδα 169 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Σελίδα 178 - And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Σελίδα 124 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Σελίδα 127 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.