The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of Standard and Fugitive Poetry, Including a Few Translations Hitherto UnpublishedJohn Anderson, 1822 - 388 strán (strany) |
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... Moon , To the Morning Star , To the Evening Star , Anonymous , Page 54 Robinson , Anonymous , Campbell , Barbauld , Ditto , · 55 Anonymous , 59 The Exile of Erin , The Fugitive , The Hamlet , The Wanderer's Roundelay , Meditation in a ...
... Moon , To the Morning Star , To the Evening Star , Anonymous , Page 54 Robinson , Anonymous , Campbell , Barbauld , Ditto , · 55 Anonymous , 59 The Exile of Erin , The Fugitive , The Hamlet , The Wanderer's Roundelay , Meditation in a ...
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... moon arose , Soft cherub of the southern breeze , Softly the moonlight , Soon shall I lay my head , Stern winter has fled , Sunk was the sun , and up the eastern heav'n , Sweet be thy slumbers , sister dear , Sweet daughter of a rough ...
... moon arose , Soft cherub of the southern breeze , Softly the moonlight , Soon shall I lay my head , Stern winter has fled , Sunk was the sun , and up the eastern heav'n , Sweet be thy slumbers , sister dear , Sweet daughter of a rough ...
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... grey locks , and chill his feeble form ! ' Tis Madness ' self , that sighs the livelong night , And to the pale moon pours his sorrowing song ! ' Twas erst , an aged ghost embroil'd the night A 3 COMMON - PLACE BOOK . 9 Madness, Norgate,
... grey locks , and chill his feeble form ! ' Tis Madness ' self , that sighs the livelong night , And to the pale moon pours his sorrowing song ! ' Twas erst , an aged ghost embroil'd the night A 3 COMMON - PLACE BOOK . 9 Madness, Norgate,
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... Moon's lovely beams Upon thine orb delight to play ; And swift shall fly the hours , till gleams Of new - born light restore the day . O may thy children all partake The slumbers of this silent hour ! While those who may their couch ...
... Moon's lovely beams Upon thine orb delight to play ; And swift shall fly the hours , till gleams Of new - born light restore the day . O may thy children all partake The slumbers of this silent hour ! While those who may their couch ...
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... moon with jealous eye , And growls at his own shadow sitting by . Or when from dreary yew , or mouldering tower With awful ivy hung , or dusky bower , The wailing owl , that ceaseless all night long Shrieks on the gloom , and plies her ...
... moon with jealous eye , And growls at his own shadow sitting by . Or when from dreary yew , or mouldering tower With awful ivy hung , or dusky bower , The wailing owl , that ceaseless all night long Shrieks on the gloom , and plies her ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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!
Strana 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?
Strana 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.