Readings in poetry: a selection from the best English poets, from Spenser to the present times; and specimens of several American poetsJ.W. Parker, 1843 - 448 pages |
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... Tear 215 The First of April 442 · 216 217 Watts , Alaric A. Scott , Sir Walter , ( 6. 1771 , d . 1832. ) Evening , a Sketch 303 Etna , a Sketch 304 305 • Pitt , Nelson , Fox 243 Coronach 245 Lament 246 Lay of the Imprisoned Hunts- man ...
... Tear 215 The First of April 442 · 216 217 Watts , Alaric A. Scott , Sir Walter , ( 6. 1771 , d . 1832. ) Evening , a Sketch 303 Etna , a Sketch 304 305 • Pitt , Nelson , Fox 243 Coronach 245 Lament 246 Lay of the Imprisoned Hunts- man ...
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... tears , The images of former years Are faintly glittering by ! And still forgotten while they go ! As , on the sea - beach , wave on wave Dissolves at once in snow . The amber clouds one moment lie , Then , like a dream , are gone ...
... tears , The images of former years Are faintly glittering by ! And still forgotten while they go ! As , on the sea - beach , wave on wave Dissolves at once in snow . The amber clouds one moment lie , Then , like a dream , are gone ...
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... tears , Now laughing , now in sorrow : Now he'll command , and now obey , Bellows for liberty to - day , And roars for power to - morrow . The Ballad is a simpler species of lyric composition than the Ode ; it is sometimes confounded ...
... tears , Now laughing , now in sorrow : Now he'll command , and now obey , Bellows for liberty to - day , And roars for power to - morrow . The Ballad is a simpler species of lyric composition than the Ode ; it is sometimes confounded ...
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... tear ; He gain'd from Heaven ( ' twas all he wish'd ) a friend . No further seek his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repose , ) The bosom of his Father and his God ...
... tear ; He gain'd from Heaven ( ' twas all he wish'd ) a friend . No further seek his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repose , ) The bosom of his Father and his God ...
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... tears ; And still increasing grief and torment ever wears . Prayers there are idle , death is wooed in vain ; In midst of death poor wretches long to die : Night without day , or rest , still doubling pain ; Woes spending still , yet ...
... tears ; And still increasing grief and torment ever wears . Prayers there are idle , death is wooed in vain ; In midst of death poor wretches long to die : Night without day , or rest , still doubling pain ; Woes spending still , yet ...
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Page 92 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Page 197 - Thou too; hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed...
Page 36 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Page 147 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year ; Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy, Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 61 - In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, How due! yet all his good...
Page 354 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 196 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Page 36 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...
Page 52 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Page 38 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to misery (all he had) a tear, He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.