The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of Standard and Fugitive Poetry, Including a Few Translations Hitherto UnpublishedJohn Anderson, 1822 - 388 páginas |
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... hope can lend a deathless day . ' Tis sweet to watch Affection's eye ; To mark the tear with love replete ; To feel the softly - breathing sigh , When Friendship's lips the tones repeat ; But oh ! a thousand times more sweet The praise ...
... hope can lend a deathless day . ' Tis sweet to watch Affection's eye ; To mark the tear with love replete ; To feel the softly - breathing sigh , When Friendship's lips the tones repeat ; But oh ! a thousand times more sweet The praise ...
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... hope decay ! What is that bright , that fearful smile , Quick flashing o'er the brow of care ; When fades each fruit of mental toil , And nought remains to check despair ? ' Tis the wild lurid lightning's gleam , Swift bursting from a ...
... hope decay ! What is that bright , that fearful smile , Quick flashing o'er the brow of care ; When fades each fruit of mental toil , And nought remains to check despair ? ' Tis the wild lurid lightning's gleam , Swift bursting from a ...
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... hope have I ? Where sepulchred in peace repose , In yonder field , the village dead , Go , seek a shelter among those Who all their mortal tears have shed . But if thou com'st a Sibyl's leaf , Such as did erst high truths declare , To ...
... hope have I ? Where sepulchred in peace repose , In yonder field , the village dead , Go , seek a shelter among those Who all their mortal tears have shed . But if thou com'st a Sibyl's leaf , Such as did erst high truths declare , To ...
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... hope had banish'd , She wav'd her hand of lily - white , And like a spirit vanish'd ! Three summers since have pass'd ; and all My hopes divine , and dreams Elysian , Like sunbeams when night's shadows fall , Have fled , and mock'd my ...
... hope had banish'd , She wav'd her hand of lily - white , And like a spirit vanish'd ! Three summers since have pass'd ; and all My hopes divine , and dreams Elysian , Like sunbeams when night's shadows fall , Have fled , and mock'd my ...
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... hope , The smiles of rapture ; voices breathing love , Delightful shapes , and scenes of fairy - land ; To memory's pleasures and the fleeting joys That seem'd for ever flown ; but nightly wing Their backward flight , and hover o'er my ...
... hope , The smiles of rapture ; voices breathing love , Delightful shapes , and scenes of fairy - land ; To memory's pleasures and the fleeting joys That seem'd for ever flown ; but nightly wing Their backward flight , and hover o'er my ...
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The Poetical Commonplace Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of ... C. W. C. Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
The Poetical Commonplace Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of ... C. W. C. Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
Términos y frases comunes
admiring bands ANONYMOUS art thou beam beauty beneath billows black crows blast blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright charm cheek cherub clouds cold dark dark wave dead dear death delight dream earth ev'ning ev'ry fair fate Fingal flowers fond Gelert gleam gloom glory glow grave green grief grove hail hast hath hear heart Heav'n HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour kiss of Morn light lips lonely LORD BYRON lov'd lyre maid moon morn mountain mourn Muse ne'er night o'er pale rapture rill rose round scene seem'd shade sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound star Star of Bethlehem storm strain stream summer sweet swell tear tell tempest thee thine thou thought tomb tree trembling Twas vale voice wake wander wave weep wild wind wing woods youth
Pasajes populares
Página 53 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 187 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 270 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Página 247 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Página 235 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out...
Página 304 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Página 189 - If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of Death...
Página 229 - Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
Página 85 - Erin, my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But, alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
Página 4 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.