The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Zväzok 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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Strana 22
... waste our life , may those fine feelings live That are the Painter's or the Poet's light . Amid the many graves which in the shade Of Rome's dark cypresses are graved with names Of foreign sound to Italy's sweet tongue , Was one , an ...
... waste our life , may those fine feelings live That are the Painter's or the Poet's light . Amid the many graves which in the shade Of Rome's dark cypresses are graved with names Of foreign sound to Italy's sweet tongue , Was one , an ...
Strana 23
... waste ! —What half - taught fortitude Can balance unperturbed above the clefts Of yawning and unfathomable ice That moat thee round ; or wind the giddy ledge Of thy sheer granite ! Hath he won his way , That young investigator ? Yes ...
... waste ! —What half - taught fortitude Can balance unperturbed above the clefts Of yawning and unfathomable ice That moat thee round ; or wind the giddy ledge Of thy sheer granite ! Hath he won his way , That young investigator ? Yes ...
Strana 30
... his temple gaunt , They tore the sceptre from his graspless hand ; And on those fields , where once his will was law , Left him for winds to waste and beasts to gnaw . Some pious Thebans , when the storm was past , 30 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
... his temple gaunt , They tore the sceptre from his graspless hand ; And on those fields , where once his will was law , Left him for winds to waste and beasts to gnaw . Some pious Thebans , when the storm was past , 30 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
Strana 31
... waste , Where savage beasts more savage men pursue ; A scene by nature cursed , by man disgraced . Now ' tis the world's metropolis ! -The high Queen of arms , learning , arts , and luxury ! Here , where I hold my hand , ' tis strange ...
... waste , Where savage beasts more savage men pursue ; A scene by nature cursed , by man disgraced . Now ' tis the world's metropolis ! -The high Queen of arms , learning , arts , and luxury ! Here , where I hold my hand , ' tis strange ...
Strana 53
... cold radiance on them hung ; They stood upon that lonely brow , Like spirits loosed from human woe , And pausing , ere they spread the plume Above that waste of storm and gloom . To linger there was death , -but there Was that.
... cold radiance on them hung ; They stood upon that lonely brow , Like spirits loosed from human woe , And pausing , ere they spread the plume Above that waste of storm and gloom . To linger there was death , -but there Was that.
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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...