Poetic gems: partly original; but chiefly selected from the best authors: by S. BlackburnG. Dennis, 1833 - 240 strán (strany) |
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Strana 3
... bring the past again . But this grave is so desolate , With no remembering stone , No fellow - graves for sympathy- ' Tis utterly alone . I do not know who sleeps beneath , His history or name- Whether if , lonely in his life , He is in ...
... bring the past again . But this grave is so desolate , With no remembering stone , No fellow - graves for sympathy- ' Tis utterly alone . I do not know who sleeps beneath , His history or name- Whether if , lonely in his life , He is in ...
Strana 4
... bring again to second life , and view Their joys as pleasing as when first they flew : And here , when gath'ring on the pictur❜d wall , Lit by a friendly ray from taper small , Grotesque and huge the evening shadows play'd , Each infant 4.
... bring again to second life , and view Their joys as pleasing as when first they flew : And here , when gath'ring on the pictur❜d wall , Lit by a friendly ray from taper small , Grotesque and huge the evening shadows play'd , Each infant 4.
Strana 19
... bring . Then , wherefore on this sainted spot , With peace , and love , and hope imbued , - Some vision calm of bliss to blot , And turn our thoughts to deeds of blood , - Should signs of battle - fields intrude ? Man wants no trophies ...
... bring . Then , wherefore on this sainted spot , With peace , and love , and hope imbued , - Some vision calm of bliss to blot , And turn our thoughts to deeds of blood , - Should signs of battle - fields intrude ? Man wants no trophies ...
Strana 20
... bring , Which children stoop for in their play , As tokens of the spring . Those joys which childhood calls its own , Would they were kin to men ! Those treasures to the world unknown , When known , are wither'd then ! But hovering ...
... bring , Which children stoop for in their play , As tokens of the spring . Those joys which childhood calls its own , Would they were kin to men ! Those treasures to the world unknown , When known , are wither'd then ! But hovering ...
Strana 21
... bring . The trees still deepen in their bloom , Grass greens the meadow - lands , And flowers with ev'ry morning come , As dropt by fairy hands . The field and garden's lovely hours Begin and end with thee ; For what's so sweet as ...
... bring . The trees still deepen in their bloom , Grass greens the meadow - lands , And flowers with ev'ry morning come , As dropt by fairy hands . The field and garden's lovely hours Begin and end with thee ; For what's so sweet as ...
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age to age Anon art thou beauty beneath blessed bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Cambyses charm cheerful child clouds COLCHESTER cold cried crimson-tipped dark dead dear death delight dread E'en earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaz'd Gelert glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour hush'd kiss kiss of love learned friend life's light lonely look look'd lov'd lyre morning mother mountain Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd paths of glory peace pleasure poor rill rock round scene seem'd seraph shade shadows roll shine sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell tempest Thebes thee thine thou thought to-morrow tomb tree truth Twas Twill voice wandering wild wind wings young youth
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Strana 108 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and...
Strana 72 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Strana 233 - The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Strana 111 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Strana 142 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Strana 236 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Strana 234 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of, Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
Strana 145 - MUMMY (AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION) Horace Smith And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago. When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Strana 110 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Strana 109 - The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton, here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...