The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volumen1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... light ; — Awhile they wore all hues then wavering , weak , Waned like the blush that warms a virgin's cheek , Till all were lost . Then Twilight drew her hood , Dropped with pale stars ; and scowling Darkness stood , B Like a dim ...
... light ; — Awhile they wore all hues then wavering , weak , Waned like the blush that warms a virgin's cheek , Till all were lost . Then Twilight drew her hood , Dropped with pale stars ; and scowling Darkness stood , B Like a dim ...
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... Whose dawn was death ; and some , who cursed the night , Hid their pale eyes from that appalling light . Sped by her star , a gallant ship drew near— The signal - shot flashed frequent from her tier- She THE POETICAL ALBUM . 5.
... Whose dawn was death ; and some , who cursed the night , Hid their pale eyes from that appalling light . Sped by her star , a gallant ship drew near— The signal - shot flashed frequent from her tier- She THE POETICAL ALBUM . 5.
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... light surrounded by thrice delicate shapes Of grace and love . THE light came dim but beautiful , through blinds Of the linked jessamine , which wooed the vine With its white kisses ; and the fragrant air , Bearing low music from the ...
... light surrounded by thrice delicate shapes Of grace and love . THE light came dim but beautiful , through blinds Of the linked jessamine , which wooed the vine With its white kisses ; and the fragrant air , Bearing low music from the ...
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... light o'er her white brow ; a shower Of rose leaves lay amid the raven curls Of her long hair and on her neck . That morn Around her slender waist and graceful head She had bound new - blown buds . But all fair things Are very fragile ...
... light o'er her white brow ; a shower Of rose leaves lay amid the raven curls Of her long hair and on her neck . That morn Around her slender waist and graceful head She had bound new - blown buds . But all fair things Are very fragile ...
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... light , with such bright And such wild glance they turned towards her ray . He was a stranger in fair Italy : He sought her kingdom , for it was a home For genius and for beauty ; it had been His land of promise through the sunny dreams ...
... light , with such bright And such wild glance they turned towards her ray . He was a stranger in fair Italy : He sought her kingdom , for it was a home For genius and for beauty ; it had been His land of promise through the sunny dreams ...
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BARRY CORNWALL BATTLE OF ROSLIN beam beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bliss bloom blue blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth fade fair Farewell fate feel flame fled flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's lute lyre merry heart morn murmuring ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round S. T. COLERIDGE scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought tomb Twas voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 126 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Página 95 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 71 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part ! I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Página 298 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Página 187 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...
Página 215 - With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers, And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears! There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for His own holy Name, and Henry of Navarre.
Página 355 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Página 169 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Página 102 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
Página 89 - Seek out— less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.