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 páginas |
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... Tree's Petition . The Heath Cock ........... Glenara The Death of Amirald's Mistress .. Love's Gift - The Ruby and the Pearl The Inchcape Rock Death of Machin's Anna The Twilight Hour ... To the Author of " The Garden of Florence ...
... Tree's Petition . The Heath Cock ........... Glenara The Death of Amirald's Mistress .. Love's Gift - The Ruby and the Pearl The Inchcape Rock Death of Machin's Anna The Twilight Hour ... To the Author of " The Garden of Florence ...
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... trees Vestures of nuptial white ; and hymns be sung , And violets scattered round ; and old and young , In every cottage - porch with garlands green , Stand still to gaze , and , gazing bless the scene ; While , her dark eyes declining ...
... trees Vestures of nuptial white ; and hymns be sung , And violets scattered round ; and old and young , In every cottage - porch with garlands green , Stand still to gaze , and , gazing bless the scene ; While , her dark eyes declining ...
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... tree , in sweet repose- The heart's loved converse - sat the royal pair , And hailed and blessed its dear monarchal shade ! Swift , as in dreams full oft , the scene was changed ; Summer's o'erpowering splendour blazed around ; The ...
... tree , in sweet repose- The heart's loved converse - sat the royal pair , And hailed and blessed its dear monarchal shade ! Swift , as in dreams full oft , the scene was changed ; Summer's o'erpowering splendour blazed around ; The ...
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... tree , That seemed , so late , to scorn the lapse of time : I think upon that dear one , cold in death ; And , sick at heart , I feel as though the world , With all its pomp - with all its joys and smiles- Could never charm again ...
... tree , That seemed , so late , to scorn the lapse of time : I think upon that dear one , cold in death ; And , sick at heart , I feel as though the world , With all its pomp - with all its joys and smiles- Could never charm again ...
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... tree , and every flower . And from the Blackbird's mellow throat Was poured so long and loud a swell , As echoed with responsive note From mountain side , and shadowy dell . When bursting forth to life and light , The offspring of ...
... tree , and every flower . And from the Blackbird's mellow throat Was poured so long and loud a swell , As echoed with responsive note From mountain side , and shadowy dell . When bursting forth to life and light , The offspring of ...
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Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore ... William Wordsworth,David Carey Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.