The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of Standard and Fugitive Poetry, Including a Few Translations Hitherto UnpublishedJohn Anderson, 1822 - 388 páginas |
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... , with fond embrace He kisses it , and now , my love , he's happy ! Ah ! he starts back , and , with an anger'd arm , Beats the insulting blast . He feels , alas ! That every fairest form eludes his grasp That every Julia 10 THE POETICAL.
... , with fond embrace He kisses it , and now , my love , he's happy ! Ah ! he starts back , and , with an anger'd arm , Beats the insulting blast . He feels , alas ! That every fairest form eludes his grasp That every Julia 10 THE POETICAL.
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... blast the plain : And may the winged lightnings sleep Upon the high Alps ' darksome breast ; While now through air reigns silence deep , O Sister dear , to aid thy rest . No clouds now intervene to hide From us thy beauty , planet fair ...
... blast the plain : And may the winged lightnings sleep Upon the high Alps ' darksome breast ; While now through air reigns silence deep , O Sister dear , to aid thy rest . No clouds now intervene to hide From us thy beauty , planet fair ...
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... blast to blow . Here let the thoughtful bosom overflow , And with meek mind the moral truth receive : I view the unruffled sea ; but still conceal'd , What rocks and quicksands lurk beneath the deep ! So the world's smiles ( by faithful ...
... blast to blow . Here let the thoughtful bosom overflow , And with meek mind the moral truth receive : I view the unruffled sea ; but still conceal'd , What rocks and quicksands lurk beneath the deep ! So the world's smiles ( by faithful ...
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... blast Groans as it whirls the sylvan deluge wide , And hills and plains in leafy billows roll . Long on thy progress , Autumn , shall my feet Attend obedient ! o'er the unclouded sky , The forest world of shade , the gleamy vales , And ...
... blast Groans as it whirls the sylvan deluge wide , And hills and plains in leafy billows roll . Long on thy progress , Autumn , shall my feet Attend obedient ! o'er the unclouded sky , The forest world of shade , the gleamy vales , And ...
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... brood of Night , of hideous form , The desert blast , and wat'ry storm . But when you rule , the shadowy train Of Fairy footsteps mark the plain ; And dimly , by thy light serene , The ghosts 6 72 THE POETICAL To the Moon,
... brood of Night , of hideous form , The desert blast , and wat'ry storm . But when you rule , the shadowy train Of Fairy footsteps mark the plain ; And dimly , by thy light serene , The ghosts 6 72 THE POETICAL To the Moon,
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Palavras e frases frequentes
admiring bands ANONYMOUS art thou beam beauty beneath billows black crows blast blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright charm cheek cherub clouds cold dark dark wave dead dear death delight dream earth ev'ning ev'ry fair fate Fingal flowers fond Gelert gleam gloom glory glow grave green grief grove hail hast hath hear heart Heav'n HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour kiss of Morn light lips lonely LORD BYRON lov'd lyre maid moon morn mountain mourn Muse ne'er night o'er pale rapture rill rose round scene seem'd shade sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound star Star of Bethlehem storm strain stream summer sweet swell tear tell tempest thee thine thou thought tomb tree trembling Twas vale voice wake wander wave weep wild wind wing woods youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 53 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 187 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 270 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Página 247 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Página 235 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out...
Página 304 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Página 189 - If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of Death...
Página 229 - Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
Página 85 - Erin, my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But, alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
Página 4 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.