The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 |
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... arms to miss ! To feel ( half conscious why ) A dull , heart - sinking weight , Till memory on thy soul Flashes the painful whole , That thou art desolate ! And then to lie and weep , And think the live - long night , Feeding thine own ...
... arms to miss ! To feel ( half conscious why ) A dull , heart - sinking weight , Till memory on thy soul Flashes the painful whole , That thou art desolate ! And then to lie and weep , And think the live - long night , Feeding thine own ...
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... arms that clasped me , The innocent lips that pressed , Would they have been as pure Till now , as when of yore I lulled thee on my breast ? Now . ( like a dew drop shrined Within a crystal stone , ) Thou'rt safe in heaven my dove ...
... arms that clasped me , The innocent lips that pressed , Would they have been as pure Till now , as when of yore I lulled thee on my breast ? Now . ( like a dew drop shrined Within a crystal stone , ) Thou'rt safe in heaven my dove ...
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... arms back again . ( Professor Smyth . V A RUINED FEMALE .: > Take one example , one of female wo . Loved by a father , and a mother's love , In rural peace she lived , so fair , so light Of heart , so good , and young , that scarce me ...
... arms back again . ( Professor Smyth . V A RUINED FEMALE .: > Take one example , one of female wo . Loved by a father , and a mother's love , In rural peace she lived , so fair , so light Of heart , so good , and young , that scarce me ...
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... arm in sickness soothed , And raised my throbbing head . But other hearts , Lord ! thou hast warmed With tenderness benign ; And in the stranger's eye . I mark The tear of pity shine . The stranger's hand by thee is moved To be the ...
... arm in sickness soothed , And raised my throbbing head . But other hearts , Lord ! thou hast warmed With tenderness benign ; And in the stranger's eye . I mark The tear of pity shine . The stranger's hand by thee is moved To be the ...
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... upon his knees . IV . While Moses stood with arms spread wide , Success was found on Israel's side ; But when through weariness they failed , That moment Amalek prevailed . V. Have you no words ? Ah ! think again 50 THE POETICAL MELANGE.
... upon his knees . IV . While Moses stood with arms spread wide , Success was found on Israel's side ; But when through weariness they failed , That moment Amalek prevailed . V. Have you no words ? Ah ! think again 50 THE POETICAL MELANGE.
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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'
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 166 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...