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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... Looks ever bright with leaves and blossoming ; And Winter always winds his sullen horn , When the wild Autumn , with a look forlorn Dies in his stormy manhood ; and the skies Weep , and flowers sicken when the Summer flies . -Thou only ...
... Looks ever bright with leaves and blossoming ; And Winter always winds his sullen horn , When the wild Autumn , with a look forlorn Dies in his stormy manhood ; and the skies Weep , and flowers sicken when the Summer flies . -Thou only ...
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... looks , that fondly would explore Thy mien , for traces of responsive thought , Oh ! thou wert spared the pang that would have thrilled Thine inmost heart , when Death that anxious bosom stilled . Thy loved ones fell around thee ...
... looks , that fondly would explore Thy mien , for traces of responsive thought , Oh ! thou wert spared the pang that would have thrilled Thine inmost heart , when Death that anxious bosom stilled . Thy loved ones fell around thee ...
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... look , Thy voice that might with music vie , Thy air , that every gazer took , Thy matchlesss eloquence of eye ; Thy spirits , frolicksome as good , Thy courage by no ills dismay'd , Thy patience by no wrongs subdued , Thy gay good ...
... look , Thy voice that might with music vie , Thy air , that every gazer took , Thy matchlesss eloquence of eye ; Thy spirits , frolicksome as good , Thy courage by no ills dismay'd , Thy patience by no wrongs subdued , Thy gay good ...
Σελίδα 28
... looks the hurried man : His pride felt keenly what he must expect From useless pity and from cold neglect . Struck by new terrors from his friends he fled , And wept his woes upon a restless bed ; Retiring late , at early hour to rise ...
... looks the hurried man : His pride felt keenly what he must expect From useless pity and from cold neglect . Struck by new terrors from his friends he fled , And wept his woes upon a restless bed ; Retiring late , at early hour to rise ...
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... looks , he listens to her sighs ; Charm'd by her voice , th ' harmonious sounds invade His clouded mind , and for a time persuade : Like a pleased infant , who has newly caught From the maternal glance a gleam of thought ; He stands ...
... looks , he listens to her sighs ; Charm'd by her voice , th ' harmonious sounds invade His clouded mind , and for a time persuade : Like a pleased infant , who has newly caught From the maternal glance a gleam of thought ; He stands ...
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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.