The juvenaile poetical library; selected from the works of modern British poets. Ed. by mrs. A. WattsPriscilla Maden Watts 1839 |
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... rose Hath leave to fling a crimson dye Upon thy stainless snows . Now out on those adventurers Who scaled thy breathless height , And made thy pinnacle , Mont Blanc , A thing for common sight ! Before that human step had left Its sully ...
... rose Hath leave to fling a crimson dye Upon thy stainless snows . Now out on those adventurers Who scaled thy breathless height , And made thy pinnacle , Mont Blanc , A thing for common sight ! Before that human step had left Its sully ...
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... rose .. The war - note of Lochiel , which Albyn's hills Have heard , and heard , too , have her Saxon foes : How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills , Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills The mountain pipe , so fill ...
... rose .. The war - note of Lochiel , which Albyn's hills Have heard , and heard , too , have her Saxon foes : How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills , Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills The mountain pipe , so fill ...
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... rose , but secreted its thorn . Then fancy its magical pinions spread wide , And bade the young dreamer in ecstasy rise ; Now far , far behind him , the green waters glide , And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes . The ...
... rose , but secreted its thorn . Then fancy its magical pinions spread wide , And bade the young dreamer in ecstasy rise ; Now far , far behind him , the green waters glide , And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes . The ...
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... rose's light , Passed away like summer's beam From the surface of a stream !. Here the " little calendine , " Sung by prouder harps than mine * , * Vide Wordsworth's Poems . F. Corbeaux pinx HEDGE ROW FLOWERS . R. Hart , 78 HEDGE - ROW ...
... rose's light , Passed away like summer's beam From the surface of a stream !. Here the " little calendine , " Sung by prouder harps than mine * , * Vide Wordsworth's Poems . F. Corbeaux pinx HEDGE ROW FLOWERS . R. Hart , 78 HEDGE - ROW ...
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... rose To shield her children , to confound her foes : That mighty beacon must not blaze in vain , It rouses earth , and streams high o'er the main . Now sinks the blood - red sun , eclipsed by light , And yields his throne to far more ...
... rose To shield her children , to confound her foes : That mighty beacon must not blaze in vain , It rouses earth , and streams high o'er the main . Now sinks the blood - red sun , eclipsed by light , And yields his throne to far more ...
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babe beneath billows bird blaze blessed blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow CHARLES LAMB cheer child cold dark dark funereal dead dear deep delight desert DISMAL SWAMP doth dread dream earth fair fairy Farewell father fear flame flowers gaze gleam glory Greatbatch green grief grim rocks happy hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn Henry of Navarre holly tree hour kiss light Loch Ken lonely look LORD BYRON merry miss thee morn mother mountain native never night o'er pale prayer ROBERT SOUTHEY round sail SAMUEL ROGERS saw thee shines shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stood stream sweet tears thee in thy There's thine THOMAS CAMPBELL THOMAS HOOD THOMAS PRINGLE thou thought thy beauty voice wandering waters waves weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings young
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Страница 26 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Страница 68 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may — For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray — Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme, to-day, the helmet of Navarre.
Страница 2 - 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.
Страница 228 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth...
Страница 199 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Страница 196 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Страница 4 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Страница 3 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Страница 71 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Страница 186 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.