The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... doth , with surer chain than love or beauty , bind ! We blame thee , that with baleful light Thou didst astound the world , -A comet , plunging from its height , And into chaos hurled ! - Accorded king of anarch power , And talent ...
... doth , with surer chain than love or beauty , bind ! We blame thee , that with baleful light Thou didst astound the world , -A comet , plunging from its height , And into chaos hurled ! - Accorded king of anarch power , And talent ...
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... doth sail- Its towers and temples bow the head- The pyramids look pale : The festal halls grow hushed and cold , The everlasting hills wax old . Coeval with the sun Its silent course began— And still its phantom race shall run , Till ...
... doth sail- Its towers and temples bow the head- The pyramids look pale : The festal halls grow hushed and cold , The everlasting hills wax old . Coeval with the sun Its silent course began— And still its phantom race shall run , Till ...
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... doth ; – And of the gold and jewels glittering there She scarce felt conscious , -but the weary glare Lay like a chaos of unwelcome light , Vexing the soul with gorgeous undelight . A moonbeam in the shadow of a cloud Was less serenely ...
... doth ; – And of the gold and jewels glittering there She scarce felt conscious , -but the weary glare Lay like a chaos of unwelcome light , Vexing the soul with gorgeous undelight . A moonbeam in the shadow of a cloud Was less serenely ...
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... doth it pass ! " And then , mine idle tears ( ah , silly maiden ! ) Bedropt the liquid glass , like summer rain ; And sighs , as from a bosom sorrow - laden , Heaved the light heart , that knew no real pain . -- And then , I loved to ...
... doth it pass ! " And then , mine idle tears ( ah , silly maiden ! ) Bedropt the liquid glass , like summer rain ; And sighs , as from a bosom sorrow - laden , Heaved the light heart , that knew no real pain . -- And then , I loved to ...
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... doth life appear ; Its sights are beauty to the eye , Its sounds are music to the ear ; But soon it glides from youth to age , And of its joys no more possessed , We , like the captive of the cage , Would flee away and be at rest . Is ...
... doth life appear ; Its sights are beauty to the eye , Its sounds are music to the ear ; But soon it glides from youth to age , And of its joys no more possessed , We , like the captive of the cage , Would flee away and be at rest . Is ...
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Page 223 - 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...
Page 89 - 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.
Page 30 - 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!
Page 208 - 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.
Page 336 - 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...
Page 221 - 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.
Page 155 - 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...
Page 221 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Page 156 - 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.
Page 96 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...