The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 |
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... rise on memory , And feed the light of his dying eye . That mute request too well we knew , And our plighted words we passed , That his loved of home should learn how true His heart was till the last , That his mother might ponder with ...
... rise on memory , And feed the light of his dying eye . That mute request too well we knew , And our plighted words we passed , That his loved of home should learn how true His heart was till the last , That his mother might ponder with ...
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... rise his minstrel pride : And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though stiff his hand , his voice though weak , He thought even yet , the sooth to speak , That , if she loved the harp to bear He could ...
... rise his minstrel pride : And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though stiff his hand , his voice though weak , He thought even yet , the sooth to speak , That , if she loved the harp to bear He could ...
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... silent shore . Then even the winds that wake in sighs , Shall still seem whispering of his name ; And lonely rocks and mountains rise His monuments of fame ! But where is he ? -ye dead - ye dead THE POETICAL MELANGE . 85.
... silent shore . Then even the winds that wake in sighs , Shall still seem whispering of his name ; And lonely rocks and mountains rise His monuments of fame ! But where is he ? -ye dead - ye dead THE POETICAL MELANGE . 85.
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... rise , and cannon's signal roars , Then peals the warlike thunder of the drum , Thrills the loud fife , the trumpet - flourish pours , And patriot hopes awake , and doubts are dumb , For , bold in freedom's cause , the bands of ocean ...
... rise , and cannon's signal roars , Then peals the warlike thunder of the drum , Thrills the loud fife , the trumpet - flourish pours , And patriot hopes awake , and doubts are dumb , For , bold in freedom's cause , the bands of ocean ...
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... rise more fresh and bright , When their beloved sun's awake , Those ruined shrines and towers that seem The relics of a splendid dream ; Amid whose fairy loneliness Nought but the lap - wing's cry is heard , Nought seen but ( when the ...
... rise more fresh and bright , When their beloved sun's awake , Those ruined shrines and towers that seem The relics of a splendid dream ; Amid whose fairy loneliness Nought but the lap - wing's cry is heard , Nought seen but ( when the ...
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Anon beam beauty beneath blessed blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bright brow Byron calm charm cheek child clouds cold Cumnor dark dead dear death deep doom dream dust earth eternal fade fair Farewell father fear feel fled flowers frae gazed glory glowing gone grave grief harp hast hath heart heaven Helvellyn hope hour John Malcolm Kilmeny land life's light lisp live lonely look LORD BYRON Mariamne MINSTREL BOY morning mortal mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er peace perished band praise prayer rapture rest rose round Samian wine scene seraph shade shed shining book shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tomb trembling Twas twill vile bands voice wave ween weep wept wild winds wing youth
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Seite 131 - ALL thoughts,' all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Seite 24 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Seite 85 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Seite 222 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.
Seite 85 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Seite 37 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
Seite 166 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Seite 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Seite 62 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ; Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Seite 22 - THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...