The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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... grace , the magic of a name ? There be , perhaps , who barren hearts avow , Cold as the rocks on Torneo's hoary brow , There be , whose loveless wisdom never fail'd , In self - adoring pride securely mail'd ; — But , triumph not , ye ...
... grace , the magic of a name ? There be , perhaps , who barren hearts avow , Cold as the rocks on Torneo's hoary brow , There be , whose loveless wisdom never fail'd , In self - adoring pride securely mail'd ; — But , triumph not , ye ...
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... grace ) ; Yet still may Hope her talisman employ To snatch from Heaven anticipated joy , And all her kindred energies impart That burn the brightest in the purest heart ! When first the Rhodian's mimic art array'd The Queen of Beauty in ...
... grace ) ; Yet still may Hope her talisman employ To snatch from Heaven anticipated joy , And all her kindred energies impart That burn the brightest in the purest heart ! When first the Rhodian's mimic art array'd The Queen of Beauty in ...
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... grace , And fields that were a luxury to roam , Lost on the soul that look'd from such a face ! Enthusiast of the woods ! when years apace Had bound thy lovely waist with woman's zone , The sunrise path , at morn , I see thee trace To ...
... grace , And fields that were a luxury to roam , Lost on the soul that look'd from such a face ! Enthusiast of the woods ! when years apace Had bound thy lovely waist with woman's zone , The sunrise path , at morn , I see thee trace To ...
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... grace : Iberian seem'd his boot - his robe the same , And well the Spanish plume his lofty looks became . XIV . For Albert's home he sought - her finger fair Has pointed where the father's mansion stood . Returning from the copse he ...
... grace : Iberian seem'd his boot - his robe the same , And well the Spanish plume his lofty looks became . XIV . For Albert's home he sought - her finger fair Has pointed where the father's mansion stood . Returning from the copse he ...
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... grace , And here , of beauty perfected the frame ; And well I know your hearts are still the same , They could not change - ye look the very way , As when an orphan first to you I came . And have ye heard of my poor guide , I pray ? Nay ...
... grace , And here , of beauty perfected the frame ; And well I know your hearts are still the same , They could not change - ye look the very way , As when an orphan first to you I came . And have ye heard of my poor guide , I pray ? Nay ...
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Page 138 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Page 77 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Page 210 - 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 wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Page 140 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Page 76 - Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Page 211 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Page 141 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Page 182 - 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 179 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Page 82 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?