The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 |
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... mind , may select what will best suit the humour of the mo- ment . Many pieces will be found of a religious and moral character ; and the Editor has careful- ly excluded such as inclined in the slightest degree to the opposite tendency ...
... mind , may select what will best suit the humour of the mo- ment . Many pieces will be found of a religious and moral character ; and the Editor has careful- ly excluded such as inclined in the slightest degree to the opposite tendency ...
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... prayer , 168 Farewell to the land , where the gloom of my glory , 241 Fierce passions discompose the mind , 159 God moves in a mysterious way , Hark ! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds , 164 242 Hark , my soul , it is the Lord ,
... prayer , 168 Farewell to the land , where the gloom of my glory , 241 Fierce passions discompose the mind , 159 God moves in a mysterious way , Hark ! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds , 164 242 Hark , my soul , it is the Lord ,
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... mind is left me , Though distant the place of thy long last rest , I shall not , I cannot forget thee ! Anon . THE ... minds Compel 14 THE POETICAL MELANGE .
... mind is left me , Though distant the place of thy long last rest , I shall not , I cannot forget thee ! Anon . THE ... minds Compel 14 THE POETICAL MELANGE .
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Speak instant , and on all these various minds Compel one feeling . But such better thoughts Will pass away , how soon ... mind , Scarce lower than the Angels , shall explore The ways of Nature , whilst his fellow - man Framed with like ...
Speak instant , and on all these various minds Compel one feeling . But such better thoughts Will pass away , how soon ... mind , Scarce lower than the Angels , shall explore The ways of Nature , whilst his fellow - man Framed with like ...
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... mind All we have loved , and left behind . Night is the time for care ; Brooding on hours mispent , To see the spectre of despair Come to our lonely tent ; Like Brutus midst his slumbering host , Startled by Cæsar's stalwart ghost ...
... mind All we have loved , and left behind . Night is the time for care ; Brooding on hours mispent , To see the spectre of despair Come to our lonely tent ; Like Brutus midst his slumbering host , Startled by Cæsar's stalwart ghost ...
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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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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...