Selections from the British Poets, 2권Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... those . 285 286 · . 286 lin · Το my Mother This world is all a fleeting show To the Memory of Joseph Atkinson , Esq . , of Dub- • Dear harp of my country 287 288 288 289 SAMUEL ROGERS . Pago From " the Pleasures of Memory CONTENTS . ix.
... those . 285 286 · . 286 lin · Το my Mother This world is all a fleeting show To the Memory of Joseph Atkinson , Esq . , of Dub- • Dear harp of my country 287 288 288 289 SAMUEL ROGERS . Pago From " the Pleasures of Memory CONTENTS . ix.
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... Pleasures of Hope " Lochiel's Warning Ye mariners of England Hohenlinden Ode to the Memory of Burns The Soldier's Dream To the Rainbow Valedictory Stanzas to J. P. Kemble Song to the Evening Star The Beech - tree's Petition Caroline ...
... Pleasures of Hope " Lochiel's Warning Ye mariners of England Hohenlinden Ode to the Memory of Burns The Soldier's Dream To the Rainbow Valedictory Stanzas to J. P. Kemble Song to the Evening Star The Beech - tree's Petition Caroline ...
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... pleasure ! there to stand sublime , Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast , And view th ' enormous waste of vapour , toss'd In billows , length'ning to the horizon round , Now scoop'd in gulfs , with mountains now em- boss'd ! And ...
... pleasure ! there to stand sublime , Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast , And view th ' enormous waste of vapour , toss'd In billows , length'ning to the horizon round , Now scoop'd in gulfs , with mountains now em- boss'd ! And ...
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... pleasure unseduced , unawed by lawless might . " And from the prayer of Want and plaint of Wo , Oh never , never turn away thine ear ! Forlorn , in this bleak wilderness below , Ah ! what were man , should Heaven refuse to hear ? To ...
... pleasure unseduced , unawed by lawless might . " And from the prayer of Want and plaint of Wo , Oh never , never turn away thine ear ! Forlorn , in this bleak wilderness below , Ah ! what were man , should Heaven refuse to hear ? To ...
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Yet couldst thou learn that thus it fares with age , When pleasure , wealth , or power the bosom warm , This baffled hope might tame thy manhood's rage , And Disappointment of her sting disarm . But why should foresight thy fond heart ...
Yet couldst thou learn that thus it fares with age , When pleasure , wealth , or power the bosom warm , This baffled hope might tame thy manhood's rage , And Disappointment of her sting disarm . But why should foresight thy fond heart ...
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AE fond kiss art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth ev'ry fair fame fancy fled flowers fond frae gale gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look lyre Marmion mirth morn mountain murmur muse Nature's ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pow'r pride rapture rill rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wings Yarrow youth
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154 페이지 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
152 페이지 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
311 페이지 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
153 페이지 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
152 페이지 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
32 페이지 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
196 페이지 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
207 페이지 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
110 페이지 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
318 페이지 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.