The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive PoetryAlaric Alexander Watts Wells and Lilly, 1828 - 395 strán (strany) |
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Strana 14
... tell what wreck and ruin strewed the shore ! — Each wave its freight of death or damage bore . Here , stained and torn , a royal flag was cast ; There lay a broken helm , a shattered mast ; And oh , the saddest relic of the storm , Yon ...
... tell what wreck and ruin strewed the shore ! — Each wave its freight of death or damage bore . Here , stained and torn , a royal flag was cast ; There lay a broken helm , a shattered mast ; And oh , the saddest relic of the storm , Yon ...
Strana 27
... tell its height in heaven . At once ennobled and correct , His mind surveyed the tragic page , And what the actor could effect , The scholar could presage . These were his traits of worth ; - And must we lose them now ! And shall the ...
... tell its height in heaven . At once ennobled and correct , His mind surveyed the tragic page , And what the actor could effect , The scholar could presage . These were his traits of worth ; - And must we lose them now ! And shall the ...
Strana 40
... tell ; - Eternal Justice ! Judgment ! Heaven ! Hell ! Britton's Fonthill Abbey . A REFLECTION . LIKE some faint light that shines along the deep , Joy to the watchful - peace to those who sleep— Its blaze expanding , as each heart draws ...
... tell ; - Eternal Justice ! Judgment ! Heaven ! Hell ! Britton's Fonthill Abbey . A REFLECTION . LIKE some faint light that shines along the deep , Joy to the watchful - peace to those who sleep— Its blaze expanding , as each heart draws ...
Strana 44
... tell the reason why , But oh ! I trembled like an aspen . Her father's love she bade me gain ; I went and shook like any reed ! I strove to act the man - in vain ! We had exchanged our hearts indeed . ON PAINTING . BY THOMAS CAMPBELL ...
... tell the reason why , But oh ! I trembled like an aspen . Her father's love she bade me gain ; I went and shook like any reed ! I strove to act the man - in vain ! We had exchanged our hearts indeed . ON PAINTING . BY THOMAS CAMPBELL ...
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... tell of faith even unto death unchangeable ! LEANDER and his HERO ! They should be , When youthful lovers talk of constancy , Invoked . Oh , for one breath of softest song , Such as on summer evenings floats along , To murmur low their ...
... tell of faith even unto death unchangeable ! LEANDER and his HERO ! They should be , When youthful lovers talk of constancy , Invoked . Oh , for one breath of softest song , Such as on summer evenings floats along , To murmur low their ...
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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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BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bliss bloom blue blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep dreams earth fade fair Farewell fate feel flame fled flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's loveliness lute lyre morning murmur ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round S. T. COLERIDGE scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thought tomb Twas voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing young youth
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Strana 95 - 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 95 - 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 214 - 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 102 - I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how?
Strana 214 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Strana 89 - 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 121 - We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations : The Roman empire has begun and ended, New worlds have risen, we have lost old nations ; And countless kings have into dust been humbled, While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled.
Strana 71 - 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 126 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Strana 169 - 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...