The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... weeps ; And vengeance , 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 ...
... weeps ; And vengeance , 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 ...
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... from her arms so long : And listens , as the wind sweeps by , His steed's familiar step to hear : - " Peace , beating heart ! ' twas but the cry And foot - fall of the distant deer . " C In , lady , to thy bower ! fast weep.
... from her arms so long : And listens , as the wind sweeps by , His steed's familiar step to hear : - " Peace , beating heart ! ' twas but the cry And foot - fall of the distant deer . " C In , lady , to thy bower ! fast weep.
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... weep The chill dews on thy cheek so pale ; Thy cherished hero lies asleep , Asleep in distant Russendale ! The noon was sultry , long the chase , And when the wild stag stood at bay , BURBEK reflected from its face The purple lights of ...
... weep The chill dews on thy cheek so pale ; Thy cherished hero lies asleep , Asleep in distant Russendale ! The noon was sultry , long the chase , And when the wild stag stood at bay , BURBEK reflected from its face The purple lights of ...
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... weep - behold , I weep ! Alas ! my guilty pride and ire ! were but this work undone , I would give England's crown , my sire , to hear thee bless thy son ! " " ' Speak to me : -mighty grief ere now the dust hath stirred ; Hear me , but ...
... weep - behold , I weep ! Alas ! my guilty pride and ire ! were but this work undone , I would give England's crown , my sire , to hear thee bless thy son ! " " ' Speak to me : -mighty grief ere now the dust hath stirred ; Hear me , but ...
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... Lovely and lonely as a single star ! But kind and true to me , as thou hadst come From thine own element - so very far , Only to be a cynosure to eyes Now sickening at the sunshine of the skies ! It were a crime to weep ! - ' t F 2.
... Lovely and lonely as a single star ! But kind and true to me , as thou hadst come From thine own element - so very far , Only to be a cynosure to eyes Now sickening at the sunshine of the skies ! It were a crime to weep ! - ' t F 2.
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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...