The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 第 2 卷Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... Soon to return - retire ! There is a time When earthly virtue must not cope with crime . Husband thy strength , let not a life be lost , One patriot's life is worth the Gallic host ; Unbend awhile thy bow , more strongly still To force ...
... Soon to return - retire ! There is a time When earthly virtue must not cope with crime . Husband thy strength , let not a life be lost , One patriot's life is worth the Gallic host ; Unbend awhile thy bow , more strongly still To force ...
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... Soon shall the Gaul his transient triumph rue- Fierce burns the victim , and the altar too ! Now sinks the blood - red sun , eclipsed by light , And yields his throne to far more brilliant night . Roused by the flames , the blast , with ...
... Soon shall the Gaul his transient triumph rue- Fierce burns the victim , and the altar too ! Now sinks the blood - red sun , eclipsed by light , And yields his throne to far more brilliant night . Roused by the flames , the blast , with ...
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... Soon shall they purchase feeling from their own . From flank to centre , and from rear to van , The billowing , crackling conflagration ran , — Wraps earth in sulphurous wave , and now the skies With tall colossal magnitude defies ...
... Soon shall they purchase feeling from their own . From flank to centre , and from rear to van , The billowing , crackling conflagration ran , — Wraps earth in sulphurous wave , and now the skies With tall colossal magnitude defies ...
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... soon to wake like Sampson , sleeps , Shrouded in flame , the Imperial City low Like Dagon's temple falls — but falls to crush the foe ! Tyrant ! think not SHE unavenged shall burn ; Thou too hast much to suffer , much to learn : That ...
... soon to wake like Sampson , sleeps , Shrouded in flame , the Imperial City low Like Dagon's temple falls — but falls to crush the foe ! Tyrant ! think not SHE unavenged shall burn ; Thou too hast much to suffer , much to learn : That ...
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... soon you'll want No aid but what the cupboard can afford . Shut to the doors , I'll hear no more to day ; Throw physic to the dogs , -for I am sick on't ! ' Literary Magnet . GORDALE . THESE are thy fragments , thus in chaos strewn ...
... soon you'll want No aid but what the cupboard can afford . Shut to the doors , I'll hear no more to day ; Throw physic to the dogs , -for I am sick on't ! ' Literary Magnet . GORDALE . THESE are thy fragments , thus in chaos strewn ...
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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...