Poetical works, with a life of the author (abridged from W. Howitt).Routledge, Warne and Routledge, 1859 |
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... wave , my dear The Snow Spirit I stole along the flowery Bank A Kiss à l'antique . There's not a look , a word of thine PAGE 126 128 130 130 131 132 134 135 To Joseph Atkinson , Esq . Love and Reason To Fanny Aspasia The Steersman's ...
... wave , my dear The Snow Spirit I stole along the flowery Bank A Kiss à l'antique . There's not a look , a word of thine PAGE 126 128 130 130 131 132 134 135 To Joseph Atkinson , Esq . Love and Reason To Fanny Aspasia The Steersman's ...
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... in wild , prophetic dream . But frenzied dreams are not for me , Great Bacchus is my deity ! Full of mirth , and full of him , While waves of perfume round me swim- ; While flavour'd bowls are full supplied , And you sit 6 . MOORE .
... in wild , prophetic dream . But frenzied dreams are not for me , Great Bacchus is my deity ! Full of mirth , and full of him , While waves of perfume round me swim- ; While flavour'd bowls are full supplied , And you sit 6 . MOORE .
Strana 7
... triumphs there . ODE XIV . COUNT me , on the summer trees , Every leaf that courts the breeze ; Count me , on the foamy deep . Every wave that sinks to sleep ; Then , when you have number'd these Billowy tides and ODES OF ANACREON .
... triumphs there . ODE XIV . COUNT me , on the summer trees , Every leaf that courts the breeze ; Count me , on the foamy deep . Every wave that sinks to sleep ; Then , when you have number'd these Billowy tides and ODES OF ANACREON .
Strana 11
... waves his snaky wand ; Let Bacchus then the breast supply , And Leda's son the sinewy thigh , But oh ! suffuse his limbs of fire With all that glow of young desire , Which kindles , when the wishful sigh Steals from the heart ...
... waves his snaky wand ; Let Bacchus then the breast supply , And Leda's son the sinewy thigh , But oh ! suffuse his limbs of fire With all that glow of young desire , Which kindles , when the wishful sigh Steals from the heart ...
Strana 13
... thee , and only thee ! Or were I , love , the robe which flows O'er every charm that secret glows , In many a lucid fold to swim , And cling and grow to every limb ! Oh , could I , as the streamlet's wave , ODES OF ANACREON . 13.
... thee , and only thee ! Or were I , love , the robe which flows O'er every charm that secret glows , In many a lucid fold to swim , And cling and grow to every limb ! Oh , could I , as the streamlet's wave , ODES OF ANACREON . 13.
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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.