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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... Thine is the charm of life's bewildered way , That calls each slumbering passion into play . Waked by thy touch , I see the sister band , On tiptoe watching , start at thy command , And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer , To ...
... Thine is the charm of life's bewildered way , That calls each slumbering passion into play . Waked by thy touch , I see the sister band , On tiptoe watching , start at thy command , And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer , To ...
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... thine arms , and war at once with heaven . Thou trackless and immeasurable main ! On thee no record ever lived again To meet the hand that writ it : line nor lead Hath ever fathomed thy profoundest deeps , Where haply the huge monster ...
... thine arms , and war at once with heaven . Thou trackless and immeasurable main ! On thee no record ever lived again To meet the hand that writ it : line nor lead Hath ever fathomed thy profoundest deeps , Where haply the huge monster ...
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... thine , And hoped when other hope was lost . Ave Maris Stella ! Star of the vast and howling main , When dark and lone is all the sky , And mountain waves o'er ocean's plain Erect their stormy heads on high ; Leyden . When virgins for ...
... thine , And hoped when other hope was lost . Ave Maris Stella ! Star of the vast and howling main , When dark and lone is all the sky , And mountain waves o'er ocean's plain Erect their stormy heads on high ; Leyden . When virgins for ...
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... Thine inmost heart , when Death that anxious bosom stilled . Thy loved ones fell around thee - manhood's prime , Youth , with its glory , in its fulness , Age , All , at the gates of their eternal clime Lay down , and closed their ...
... Thine inmost heart , when Death that anxious bosom stilled . Thy loved ones fell around thee - manhood's prime , Youth , with its glory , in its fulness , Age , All , at the gates of their eternal clime Lay down , and closed their ...
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... thine . Better to hold the sparkling grape , Than nurse the earth - worm's slimy brood , And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of Gods , than reptiles ' food . Where once my wit perchance hath shone In aid of others let me shine ...
... thine . Better to hold the sparkling grape , Than nurse the earth - worm's slimy brood , And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of Gods , than reptiles ' food . Where once my wit perchance hath shone In aid of others let me shine ...
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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.