The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 第 2 卷Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... gentle craft " to enable him to appreciate the merits of those writers of whose productions he has availed himself . It may be proper to add , that some of the Poems in the present Volume have been re - published by their Authors , in ...
... gentle craft " to enable him to appreciate the merits of those writers of whose productions he has availed himself . It may be proper to add , that some of the Poems in the present Volume have been re - published by their Authors , in ...
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... gentle twilight - hour behind . Then paused I o'er some sad , wild notes , Sweet as the spring - bird's lay withal ; Telling of hopes , and feelings past , Like stars that darkened in their fall . Hopes , perishing from too much light ...
... gentle twilight - hour behind . Then paused I o'er some sad , wild notes , Sweet as the spring - bird's lay withal ; Telling of hopes , and feelings past , Like stars that darkened in their fall . Hopes , perishing from too much light ...
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... gentle , gentle breeze , While my lady slumbers , Waft lightly through the trees Echoes of my numbers , Her dreaming ear to please . Should ye breathing numbers That for her I weave , Should ye break her slumbers , All my soul would ...
... gentle , gentle breeze , While my lady slumbers , Waft lightly through the trees Echoes of my numbers , Her dreaming ear to please . Should ye breathing numbers That for her I weave , Should ye break her slumbers , All my soul would ...
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... gentle flower , I pray thee tell If my lover loves me , and loves me well ; So may the fall of the morning dew Keep the sun from fading thy tender blue . Now I number the leaves for my lot , He loves not - he loves me - he loves me not ...
... gentle flower , I pray thee tell If my lover loves me , and loves me well ; So may the fall of the morning dew Keep the sun from fading thy tender blue . Now I number the leaves for my lot , He loves not - he loves me - he loves me not ...
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... gentle looks had caught Their modest softness from the dove ! Yet still he never spake of love . He said , that bright with hopes divine The heart should be to blend with mine ; Fixed where no stormy passions move ! Yet still he never ...
... gentle looks had caught Their modest softness from the dove ! Yet still he never spake of love . He said , that bright with hopes divine The heart should be to blend with mine ; Fixed where no stormy passions move ! Yet still he never ...
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第 223 頁 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
第 89 頁 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
第 30 頁 - ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
第 208 頁 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
第 336 頁 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...
第 221 頁 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
第 155 頁 - 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...
第 221 頁 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
第 156 頁 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men. Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again: Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.
第 96 頁 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...