The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Zväzok 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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... but as the dove will rush Into the school - boy's bosom to elude The swooping goshawk — woman thus subdued , Will cling to those she shunned in lighter mood— The soul confess emotions but concealed- Pure , glowing , THE POETICAL ALBUM . 11.
... but as the dove will rush Into the school - boy's bosom to elude The swooping goshawk — woman thus subdued , Will cling to those she shunned in lighter mood— The soul confess emotions but concealed- Pure , glowing , THE POETICAL ALBUM . 11.
Strana 12
... Pure , glowing , deep , though lingeringly revealed ; That true camelion which imbibes the tone Of every passion - hue she pauses on ! O , ' tis the cheek that's false - so subtly taught It takes not of its colour from the thought ; But ...
... Pure , glowing , deep , though lingeringly revealed ; That true camelion which imbibes the tone Of every passion - hue she pauses on ! O , ' tis the cheek that's false - so subtly taught It takes not of its colour from the thought ; But ...
Strana 20
... pure and rosy mouth of Spring ; A languid smile was on them , as just curled By some soft thought , which spoke too in her eyes , Dark and bewildering , with light like that Of an Italian midnight , when the clouds Send forth their ...
... pure and rosy mouth of Spring ; A languid smile was on them , as just curled By some soft thought , which spoke too in her eyes , Dark and bewildering , with light like that Of an Italian midnight , when the clouds Send forth their ...
Strana 34
... pure fountains of the sky- That ray which glows and brightens still Unchanged - eternal , and divine- Where seraphs own its holy thrill , And bow before its gleaming shrine . Thou desolate and dying year , Prophetic of our final fall ...
... pure fountains of the sky- That ray which glows and brightens still Unchanged - eternal , and divine- Where seraphs own its holy thrill , And bow before its gleaming shrine . Thou desolate and dying year , Prophetic of our final fall ...
Strana 60
... pure Than human art has ever thrown ; Yes , there are records , more secure Than marble bust , or sculptured stone ; - The gentle sigh of sorrowing love , The hapless mourner's silent tear , Shall here that better guerdon prove , That ...
... pure Than human art has ever thrown ; Yes , there are records , more secure Than marble bust , or sculptured stone ; - The gentle sigh of sorrowing love , The hapless mourner's silent tear , Shall here that better guerdon prove , That ...
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Zväzok 1 Alaric Alexander Watts Úplné zobrazenie - 1828 |
The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Zväzok 1 Alaric Alexander Watts Úplné zobrazenie - 1828 |
The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Zväzok 1 Alaric Alexander Watts Úplné zobrazenie - 1828 |
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Strana 354 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Strana 69 - 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.
Strana 184 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Strana 94 - I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Has any Roman soldier...
Strana 153 - 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...
Strana 260 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Strana 355 - 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.
Strana 317 - 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.
Strana 69 - 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.
Strana 139 - 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...