Poetical works, with a life of the author (abridged from W. Howitt).Routledge, Warne and Routledge, 1859 |
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Strana iv
... Lord Viscount Strangford Stanzas The Tell - tale Lyre To the Flying - fish -e To Miss M- To Cara , after an interval of absence . To Cara , on the dawning of a New Year's Day To the Invisible Girl Peace and Glory To Song . 1801 A Ballad ...
... Lord Viscount Strangford Stanzas The Tell - tale Lyre To the Flying - fish -e To Miss M- To Cara , after an interval of absence . To Cara , on the dawning of a New Year's Day To the Invisible Girl Peace and Glory To Song . 1801 A Ballad ...
Strana v
... Lord Viscount Forbes 144 • 144 145 146 147 Song . 151 Lying 152 Anacreontic 153 Το ' s Picture 153 Fragment of a Mythological Hymn to Love 154 To His Serene Highness the Duke of Montpensier 155 The Philosopher Aristippus 155 To Mrs. Bl ...
... Lord Viscount Forbes 144 • 144 145 146 147 Song . 151 Lying 152 Anacreontic 153 Το ' s Picture 153 Fragment of a Mythological Hymn to Love 154 To His Serene Highness the Duke of Montpensier 155 The Philosopher Aristippus 155 To Mrs. Bl ...
Strana viii
... Lord Were not the sinful Mary's Tears As down in the Sunless Retreats But who shall see . Almighty God • O Fair ! -0 ... Lord Y - rm - th's Fête · Horace , Ode XI . Lib . II . Freely translated by G. R. Horace , Ode XXII . Lib . 1 ...
... Lord Were not the sinful Mary's Tears As down in the Sunless Retreats But who shall see . Almighty God • O Fair ! -0 ... Lord Y - rm - th's Fête · Horace , Ode XI . Lib . II . Freely translated by G. R. Horace , Ode XXII . Lib . 1 ...
Strana ix
... Lord Wellington • A Fragment PAGE 472 474 475 476 477 477 478 478 478 • Horace , Ode 1. Lib . II . A Fragment Horat . Lib . I. Ode xxxvIII . Impromptu . Upon being obliged to leave a pleasant party , from the want of a pair of breeches ...
... Lord Wellington • A Fragment PAGE 472 474 475 476 477 477 478 478 478 • Horace , Ode 1. Lib . II . A Fragment Horat . Lib . I. Ode xxxvIII . Impromptu . Upon being obliged to leave a pleasant party , from the want of a pair of breeches ...
Strana xiii
... which Emmett and other young patriots assembled to prepare themselves for public life . On the approach of the frightful explosion of 1798 , the university was visited by Lord Fitzgibbon , its vice- LIFE OF THOMAS MOORE . xiii.
... which Emmett and other young patriots assembled to prepare themselves for public life . On the approach of the frightful explosion of 1798 , the university was visited by Lord Fitzgibbon , its vice- LIFE OF THOMAS MOORE . xiii.
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Strana 238 - Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories...
Strana 264 - When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Strana 206 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strana 190 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. "Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 'The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Strana 271 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from his pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — his people are free ! FIFE AND DRUM.
Strana 346 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Strana 267 - THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. (AIR. — BEETHOVEN. ) THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,* When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Strana 271 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Strana 241 - Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. Was not the sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and liberty 's all our own.
Strana 360 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.