The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 |
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... Nature , whilst his fellow - man Framed with like miracle the work of God , Must as the unreasonable beast drag on A life of labour , like this Soldier here , His wonderous faculties bestowed in vain , Be moulded by his fate till he ...
... Nature , whilst his fellow - man Framed with like miracle the work of God , Must as the unreasonable beast drag on A life of labour , like this Soldier here , His wonderous faculties bestowed in vain , Be moulded by his fate till he ...
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... nature won , and age Suspicionless , and ruined , and forsook : For he a chosen villain was at heart , And capable of deeds that durst not seek Repentance . Soon her father saw her shame ; His heart grew stone , he drove her forth to ...
... nature won , and age Suspicionless , and ruined , and forsook : For he a chosen villain was at heart , And capable of deeds that durst not seek Repentance . Soon her father saw her shame ; His heart grew stone , he drove her forth to ...
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... nature taught , and inward melody , In prime of youth , he bent his eagle eye . No cost was spared . What books he wished , he read : What sage to hear , he heard ; what scenes to see , He saw . Britannia's mountain - walks , and heath ...
... nature taught , and inward melody , In prime of youth , he bent his eagle eye . No cost was spared . What books he wished , he read : What sage to hear , he heard ; what scenes to see , He saw . Britannia's mountain - walks , and heath ...
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... Nature's self He seemed an old acquaintance , free to jest At will with all her glorious majesty . 6 He laid his hand upon the ocean's mane , ' And played familiar with his hoary locks . Stood on the Alps , stood on the Apennines , And ...
... Nature's self He seemed an old acquaintance , free to jest At will with all her glorious majesty . 6 He laid his hand upon the ocean's mane , ' And played familiar with his hoary locks . Stood on the Alps , stood on the Apennines , And ...
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Of thirst , because there was no more to drink . His goddess , Nature , wooed , embraced , enjoyed , Fell from his arms , abhorred his passions died ; Died all but dreary , solitary pride ; And all his sympathies in being died . As some ...
Of thirst , because there was no more to drink . His goddess , Nature , wooed , embraced , enjoyed , Fell from his arms , abhorred his passions died ; Died all but dreary , solitary pride ; And all his sympathies in being died . As some ...
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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...