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 strán (strany) |
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... once , and on thy heavily laden breast Fleets come and go , and shapes that have no life Or motion , yet are moved and met in strife . The earth hath nought of this ; no chance nor change Ruffles its surface , and no spirits dare Give ...
... once , and on thy heavily laden breast Fleets come and go , and shapes that have no life Or motion , yet are moved and met in strife . The earth hath nought of this ; no chance nor change Ruffles its surface , and no spirits dare Give ...
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... once with heaven . Thou trackless and immeasurable main ! On thee no record ever lived again To meet the hand that writ it : line nor lead Hath ever fathomed thy profoundest deeps , Where haply the huge monster swells and sleeps , King ...
... once with heaven . Thou trackless and immeasurable main ! On thee no record ever lived again To meet the hand that writ it : line nor lead Hath ever fathomed thy profoundest deeps , Where haply the huge monster swells and sleeps , King ...
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... in her virgin - veil the gentle bride . And once , alas ! nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; Rogers . When in dim chambers long black weeds are seen , MORAL AND PATHETIC PIECES . 5 Human Life.
... in her virgin - veil the gentle bride . And once , alas ! nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; Rogers . When in dim chambers long black weeds are seen , MORAL AND PATHETIC PIECES . 5 Human Life.
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... once familiar sound , Came as a stranger's o'er thy closing ear , And voices breathed forgotten tones around , Which that paternal heart once thrilled to hear , The mind hath senses of its own , and powers To people boundless worlds ...
... once familiar sound , Came as a stranger's o'er thy closing ear , And voices breathed forgotten tones around , Which that paternal heart once thrilled to hear , The mind hath senses of its own , and powers To people boundless worlds ...
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... once more stole , And poured their sweetness on my raptured spirit . Again , O CLAREMONT ! I beheld thy groves , That rich in Autumn's foliage , charmed the sight ; And there beneath that honoured Oak were seen , Each loving and beloved ...
... once more stole , And poured their sweetness on my raptured spirit . Again , O CLAREMONT ! I beheld thy groves , That rich in Autumn's foliage , charmed the sight ; And there beneath that honoured Oak were seen , Each loving and beloved ...
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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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Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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?
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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.