The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive PoetryAlaric Alexander Watts Wells and Lilly, 1828 - 395 頁 |
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... look for fugitive poetry of merit , of a late date , will be pleased to remember , that nearly the whole of the book was committed to the press as early as 1824. Why it was not published in r 1826 , the assignees of the estate of Messrs ...
... look for fugitive poetry of merit , of a late date , will be pleased to remember , that nearly the whole of the book was committed to the press as early as 1824. Why it was not published in r 1826 , the assignees of the estate of Messrs ...
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... look exultingly Back on the storms he baffled , and should know The bosom's warmest wildest overflow While gazing on the land , which laughed before him— The smooth sea round - the blue pavilion o'er him ! Yet felt he more than ever ...
... look exultingly Back on the storms he baffled , and should know The bosom's warmest wildest overflow While gazing on the land , which laughed before him— The smooth sea round - the blue pavilion o'er him ! Yet felt he more than ever ...
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... secret ) coldly she Wreathed her pale brow in maiden dignity ; Yet each had caught the other's eye reposing , And , far as looks disclose , the truth disclosing ; - But when they met , pride checked the soul's THE POETICAL ALBUM . 11.
... secret ) coldly she Wreathed her pale brow in maiden dignity ; Yet each had caught the other's eye reposing , And , far as looks disclose , the truth disclosing ; - But when they met , pride checked the soul's THE POETICAL ALBUM . 11.
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... looks up With hope to heaven - forgetful of the cup , The deadly cup his shivering hand yet strained— A hot heart - pang reminds him - it is drained ! Away with words ! for when had true love ever A happy star to bless it ? -Never ...
... looks up With hope to heaven - forgetful of the cup , The deadly cup his shivering hand yet strained— A hot heart - pang reminds him - it is drained ! Away with words ! for when had true love ever A happy star to bless it ? -Never ...
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... look - for that might be their last ! What frowns so steep in front -- a cliff ? a rock ? The groaning vessel staggers in the shock ! The last shriek rings . Hark ! whence that voice they hear Loud o'er the rushing waters -- loud and ...
... look - for that might be their last ! What frowns so steep in front -- a cliff ? a rock ? The groaning vessel staggers in the shock ! The last shriek rings . Hark ! whence that voice they hear Loud o'er the rushing waters -- loud and ...
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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...