The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volum 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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Pàgina 25
... fade , When night seems closing o'er his latest hopes , And his sun set for ever , then , behold , Emerging in mid heaven , thy glistening top Oh , Zion ! and the God that ruled his day Hath not departed ; for he poureth now His ...
... fade , When night seems closing o'er his latest hopes , And his sun set for ever , then , behold , Emerging in mid heaven , thy glistening top Oh , Zion ! and the God that ruled his day Hath not departed ; for he poureth now His ...
Pàgina 34
... fade and on thy heaving tide , Rolling its stormy waves afar , Are borne the wrecks of human pride , The broken wrecks of Fortune's war . There , in disorder dark and wild , Are seen the fabrics once so high , Which mortal vanity had ...
... fade and on thy heaving tide , Rolling its stormy waves afar , Are borne the wrecks of human pride , The broken wrecks of Fortune's war . There , in disorder dark and wild , Are seen the fabrics once so high , Which mortal vanity had ...
Pàgina 39
... Fades all reflection on the gloomy past ! So in its birth glows man's pale beam of life , The spark of sorrow , then the flame of strife- Dazzling awhile , until its glare be spent a On thoughts of madness , and of dark intent ; — Next ...
... Fades all reflection on the gloomy past ! So in its birth glows man's pale beam of life , The spark of sorrow , then the flame of strife- Dazzling awhile , until its glare be spent a On thoughts of madness , and of dark intent ; — Next ...
Pàgina 44
... fading from my view , Our bark is dancing gaily on the sea , I sigh while yet I may , and say adieu , Albion , thou jewel of the earth , to thee , Whose fields first fed my childish fantasy , Whose mountains were my boyhood's wild ...
... fading from my view , Our bark is dancing gaily on the sea , I sigh while yet I may , and say adieu , Albion , thou jewel of the earth , to thee , Whose fields first fed my childish fantasy , Whose mountains were my boyhood's wild ...
Pàgina 51
... fade ! In a moment desertion and guile Abandoned him up to the foe ; The dastards that flourished and grew in his smile , Forsook and renounced him in woe ; And the millions that swore they would perish to save E 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM . 51.
... fade ! In a moment desertion and guile Abandoned him up to the foe ; The dastards that flourished and grew in his smile , Forsook and renounced him in woe ; And the millions that swore they would perish to save E 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM . 51.
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volum 1 Alaric Alexander Watts Visualització completa - 1828 |
The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volum 1 Alaric Alexander Watts Visualització completa - 1828 |
The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volum 1 Alaric Alexander Watts Visualització completa - 1828 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
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 dream earth fade fair Farewell fate fear feel flame flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre HERBERT KNOWLES hill hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's lute lyre merry heart morn murmuring ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought tomb Twas visions voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 94 - I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed, Has any Roman soldier...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...