The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Volumen1808Robert Aris Willmott George Routledge & Company, 1857 - 398 páginas |
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... SANDS OF DEE . 338 CHARLES MACKAY . THOMAS DAVIS . YOUTH AND SORROW THE SACK OF BALTIMORE . 339 EVA EDWARD BULWER LYTTON . FRANCES BROWN . 342 THE HOPE OF THE RESURRECTION ALL THINGS NEW xiv SUBJECT . AUTHOR . DRAWN BY SUNRISE . THE.
... SANDS OF DEE . 338 CHARLES MACKAY . THOMAS DAVIS . YOUTH AND SORROW THE SACK OF BALTIMORE . 339 EVA EDWARD BULWER LYTTON . FRANCES BROWN . 342 THE HOPE OF THE RESURRECTION ALL THINGS NEW xiv SUBJECT . AUTHOR . DRAWN BY SUNRISE . THE.
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... thing adore , I might with reverence kneel , and worship thee . It seems idolatry with some excuse , When our forefather Druids in their oaks Imagin'd sanctity . The conscience , yet Unpurified by an authentic act Of amnesty , the meed ...
... thing adore , I might with reverence kneel , and worship thee . It seems idolatry with some excuse , When our forefather Druids in their oaks Imagin'd sanctity . The conscience , yet Unpurified by an authentic act Of amnesty , the meed ...
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... thing Forgotten , as the foliage of thy youth . While thus through all the stages thou hast push'd Of treeship - first a seedling , hid in grass ; Then twig ; then sapling ; and , as cent'ry roll'd Slow after century , a giant - bulk Of ...
... thing Forgotten , as the foliage of thy youth . While thus through all the stages thou hast push'd Of treeship - first a seedling , hid in grass ; Then twig ; then sapling ; and , as cent'ry roll'd Slow after century , a giant - bulk Of ...
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... things . When Beauty's streaming eyes her woes express , Or Virtue braves unmerited distress ; Love sighs in sympathy , with pain combin'd , And new - born Pity charms the kindred mind ; The enamour'd Sorrow every cheek bedews , And ...
... things . When Beauty's streaming eyes her woes express , Or Virtue braves unmerited distress ; Love sighs in sympathy , with pain combin'd , And new - born Pity charms the kindred mind ; The enamour'd Sorrow every cheek bedews , And ...
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... things of earth Which seem most constant : there will come the cloud That shall enfold them up , and leave their place A seat for Emptiness . Our narrow ken Reaches too far , when all that we behold Is but the havoc of wide - wasting ...
... things of earth Which seem most constant : there will come the cloud That shall enfold them up , and leave their place A seat for Emptiness . Our narrow ken Reaches too far , when all that we behold Is but the havoc of wide - wasting ...
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ANN RADCLIFFE ARTEVELDE BEACHY HEAD beam beauty bends beneath bloom BOSCH breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH cheek cloud dark dead dear deep delight Ditto dread dream earth fair fear FELICIA HEMANS flowers gaze gentle gleam glory grave green grey hand hast hath heard heart heaven hill hope hour James Godwin JOANNA BAILLIE Kilmeny LEWESDON HILL light live lonely look lov'd MARY HOWITT MARY RUSSELL MITFORD MARY TIGHE morning mother murmur night o'er ocean pass'd pride PRISONER OF CHILLON Queen RICHARD BURNELL rocks rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seem'd shade shadow shines shore sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring storm stream summer sweet tears thee thine thought trees trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings youth
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Página 162 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Página 127 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 108 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Página 126 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 123 - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried Wouldst thou me...
Página 157 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Página 168 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
Página 164 - Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Página 152 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Página 12 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.