Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 Seiten |
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... Youth- ful Prime • 25 I saw from the Beach This Life is all chequered with Pleasures and Woes 57 26 Oft , in the Stilly Night • When ' midst the Gay I meet 6 48 5888 53 55 56 59 60 27 25 26 St. Jerome's Love Venice The Cloud SHELLEY ...
... Youth- ful Prime • 25 I saw from the Beach This Life is all chequered with Pleasures and Woes 57 26 Oft , in the Stilly Night • When ' midst the Gay I meet 6 48 5888 53 55 56 59 60 27 25 26 St. Jerome's Love Venice The Cloud SHELLEY ...
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... about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison - house begin to close Upon the growing boy ; But he beholds the light , and whence it flows , He sees it in his joy : The youth , who daily farther from the east Must 2 * WORDSWORTH . 17.
... about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison - house begin to close Upon the growing boy ; But he beholds the light , and whence it flows , He sees it in his joy : The youth , who daily farther from the east Must 2 * WORDSWORTH . 17.
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With Biographical Notices Samuel Carter Hall. The youth , who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away , And fade ...
With Biographical Notices Samuel Carter Hall. The youth , who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away , And fade ...
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... hour . I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill , a gentle hill , Green and of mild declivity , -the last As ' twere the cape of a long ridge of such , Save that there was no sea to lave its base BYRON . 31 The Dream.
... hour . I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill , a gentle hill , Green and of mild declivity , -the last As ' twere the cape of a long ridge of such , Save that there was no sea to lave its base BYRON . 31 The Dream.
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... youth , were there Gazing ; the one , on all that was beneath- Fair as herself - bu , the boy gazed on her : And both were young , and one was beautiful ; And both were young , yet not alike in youth . As the sweet moon on the horizon's ...
... youth , were there Gazing ; the one , on all that was beneath- Fair as herself - bu , the boy gazed on her : And both were young , and one was beautiful ; And both were young , yet not alike in youth . As the sweet moon on the horizon's ...
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beauty beneath bird born bower breast breath bright brow busy Bee calm Charles Dibdin Charles Lamb child Christ's Hospital cloud cold Dæmon dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth EDWIN HALE ABBOT fair fame fancy Farewell feel flowers friends gaze genius gentle glory gone grace grave green grief happy hath hear heard heart heaven holy orders hope hour human labour Lallah Rookh Leigh Hunt light living Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lord Byron maid Mary merry heart mind mother mountains nature ne'er never night o'er pale poems Poet poetry rose round sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow Sotheby soul sound spirit star sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Hood thou art thought Twas voice wander waves weary weep wild wind wings writings young youth
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Seite 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Seite 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Seite 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Seite 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Seite 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Seite 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Seite 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd 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. 490 '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.
Seite 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Seite 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.