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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Σελίδα vii
... youth - the light of hope - the sigh , the FIRST fond sigh of " Love's Young Dream ! " With all the purity and much of the elevation of thought that characterises our favourite Coleridge , the Muse of Montgomery breathes a delicate , a ...
... youth - the light of hope - the sigh , the FIRST fond sigh of " Love's Young Dream ! " With all the purity and much of the elevation of thought that characterises our favourite Coleridge , the Muse of Montgomery breathes a delicate , a ...
Σελίδα xiii
... Youth . Genevieve The Cast - away Ship The Sequel .. ....... Don Juan and Haidee , the Lady of Wordsworth ... Barry Cornwall .. Scott ...... Croly ...... Hamilton Montgomery .... the Cave ...... Lord Byron The Storm The Orphan Maid ...
... Youth . Genevieve The Cast - away Ship The Sequel .. ....... Don Juan and Haidee , the Lady of Wordsworth ... Barry Cornwall .. Scott ...... Croly ...... Hamilton Montgomery .... the Cave ...... Lord Byron The Storm The Orphan Maid ...
Σελίδα xiv
... Youth , " & c . The Butterfly's Lot . ( From the French ) . C. Dibdin Page 226 Campbell Bird ..... Campbell 228 230 Joanna Baillie 231 Campbell 232 ....... L. E. L ...... 233 237 240 Bird ........... 242 L. S. S ... 244 A. L. H ...
... Youth , " & c . The Butterfly's Lot . ( From the French ) . C. Dibdin Page 226 Campbell Bird ..... Campbell 228 230 Joanna Baillie 231 Campbell 232 ....... L. E. L ...... 233 237 240 Bird ........... 242 L. S. S ... 244 A. L. H ...
Σελίδα 5
... youth , the youth a man , Eager to run the race his fathers ran . Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale , now brewed , in floods of amber shine : And , basking in the chimney's ample blaze , ' Mid many a tale told of ...
... youth , the youth a man , Eager to run the race his fathers ran . Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale , now brewed , in floods of amber shine : And , basking in the chimney's ample blaze , ' Mid many a tale told of ...
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... Youth , with its glory , in its fulness , Age , All , at the gates of their eternal clime Lay down , and closed their mortal pilgrimage ; The land wore ashes for its perished flowers , The grave's imperial harvest . Thou , ' meanwhile ...
... Youth , with its glory , in its fulness , Age , All , at the gates of their eternal clime Lay down , and closed their mortal pilgrimage ; The land wore ashes for its perished flowers , The grave's imperial harvest . Thou , ' meanwhile ...
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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.