The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive PoetryAlaric Alexander Watts Wells and Lilly, 1828 - 395 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 54 筆
第 4 頁
... breast , - His child hath rested - where the weary rest ! Yes , though while present those we loved might err In many actions - though the mind prefer A stranger at the moment , for some boon Of nature , chance , or art , which falls in ...
... breast , - His child hath rested - where the weary rest ! Yes , though while present those we loved might err In many actions - though the mind prefer A stranger at the moment , for some boon Of nature , chance , or art , which falls in ...
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... breast -- and cries ( in tones which The heart's last burst of anguish ere it break ) — ' How have I sighed to hail thy wanderings done →→ ' And meet we thus at last - my son ! my son ! ' The storm relents not as the tiger's mood ...
... breast -- and cries ( in tones which The heart's last burst of anguish ere it break ) — ' How have I sighed to hail thy wanderings done →→ ' And meet we thus at last - my son ! my son ! ' The storm relents not as the tiger's mood ...
第 12 頁
... breast Hid her blanched cheek - as if resigned to share The worst with him ; —nay , die contented there ! That silent act was fondly eloquent ; And to the youth's deep soul , like lightning , sent A gleam of rapture - exquisite yet ...
... breast Hid her blanched cheek - as if resigned to share The worst with him ; —nay , die contented there ! That silent act was fondly eloquent ; And to the youth's deep soul , like lightning , sent A gleam of rapture - exquisite yet ...
第 16 頁
... breast , Believ'd his vows ; and but for Fortune's scorn Young Love had smiled on this their bridal morn ! But oh , his years are few who hath not felt That , while we grasp , the rainbow bliss will melt ; That hopes , like clouds ...
... breast , Believ'd his vows ; and but for Fortune's scorn Young Love had smiled on this their bridal morn ! But oh , his years are few who hath not felt That , while we grasp , the rainbow bliss will melt ; That hopes , like clouds ...
第 26 頁
... breast The Graces gave their zone . High was the task , too high Ye conscious bosoms here , In words to paint your memory , Of KEMBLE , and of Lear . But who forgets that white discrowned head , Those bursts of Reason's half ...
... breast The Graces gave their zone . High was the task , too high Ye conscious bosoms here , In words to paint your memory , Of KEMBLE , and of Lear . But who forgets that white discrowned head , Those bursts of Reason's half ...
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第 95 頁 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
第 95 頁 - 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.
第 214 頁 - 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.
第 102 頁 - I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how?
第 214 頁 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
第 89 頁 - 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.
第 121 頁 - We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations : The Roman empire has begun and ended, New worlds have risen, we have lost old nations ; And countless kings have into dust been humbled, While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled.
第 71 頁 - 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.
第 126 頁 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
第 169 頁 - 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...