The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 |
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... fear Lancer , and guard , and cuirassier , Horsemen and foot , a mingled host , Their leaders fallen , their standards lost . Sir W. Scott . TO A DYING INFANT . VOL . I. Sleep , little baby , sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed , Not on thy ...
... fear Lancer , and guard , and cuirassier , Horsemen and foot , a mingled host , Their leaders fallen , their standards lost . Sir W. Scott . TO A DYING INFANT . VOL . I. Sleep , little baby , sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed , Not on thy ...
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... But hearts , in praise employ ! To Him who little children took , And in his bosom held ; And blessing them with looks of love , Their rising fears dispelled ; To Him , while flowers bloom on the bank , 46 THE POETICAL MELANGE .
... But hearts , in praise employ ! To Him who little children took , And in his bosom held ; And blessing them with looks of love , Their rising fears dispelled ; To Him , while flowers bloom on the bank , 46 THE POETICAL MELANGE .
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... fear , to hope , to pray , To lift the latch , to force the way ; And better had they ne'er been born , Than read to doubt , or read to scorn . ON PRAYER . What various hindrances we meet In coming THE POETICAL MELANGE . 49.
... fear , to hope , to pray , To lift the latch , to force the way ; And better had they ne'er been born , Than read to doubt , or read to scorn . ON PRAYER . What various hindrances we meet In coming THE POETICAL MELANGE . 49.
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... fear , It lives all passionless and pure ; An age shall fleet like earthly year ; Its years as moments shall endure . Away , away , without a wing O'er all , through all , its thoughts shall fly ; A nameless and eternal thing ...
... fear , It lives all passionless and pure ; An age shall fleet like earthly year ; Its years as moments shall endure . Away , away , without a wing O'er all , through all , its thoughts shall fly ; A nameless and eternal thing ...
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... fears ! The lame , the blind , and , far the happiest they ! The moping idiot , and the madman gay . Here too the sick their final doom receive , Here brought , amid the scenes of grief , to grieve : Where the loud groans from some sad ...
... fears ! The lame , the blind , and , far the happiest they ! The moping idiot , and the madman gay . Here too the sick their final doom receive , Here brought , amid the scenes of grief , to grieve : Where the loud groans from some sad ...
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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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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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'
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 166 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...