The Harp of the Wilderness; Or, Flowers of Modern Fugitive PoetrySimpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1836 - 353 Seiten |
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... who first gave 69 Syren of sullen woods and fading hues Sing - who sings So ends Childe Harold his last pilgrimage ! Slumber lie soft on thy beautiful eye !. 2 . 100 126 . 235 . 318 Page . ' Tis past ! we've learned to live xviii ...
... who first gave 69 Syren of sullen woods and fading hues Sing - who sings So ends Childe Harold his last pilgrimage ! Slumber lie soft on thy beautiful eye !. 2 . 100 126 . 235 . 318 Page . ' Tis past ! we've learned to live xviii ...
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... soft enchantment in her eye There's a white stone placed upon yonder tomb There is no memory of his fate . " Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours The thought of early death was in my heart Thine is a strain to read among the hills ...
... soft enchantment in her eye There's a white stone placed upon yonder tomb There is no memory of his fate . " Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours The thought of early death was in my heart Thine is a strain to read among the hills ...
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... soft light in hyacinthine bowers , Beautiful spirit , is thy suit preferr'd ? — Unlike the creatures of this low dull earth , Still dost thou woo although thy suit be won ; And thus thy mistress bright is pleased ever . Oh ! lose not ...
... soft light in hyacinthine bowers , Beautiful spirit , is thy suit preferr'd ? — Unlike the creatures of this low dull earth , Still dost thou woo although thy suit be won ; And thus thy mistress bright is pleased ever . Oh ! lose not ...
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... quiet curtain of the nightingale's soft wing ! My pillow should be rose - leaves without a single thorn , And there I'd chaunt my roundelay until the blush of morn . The world is full of sorrows - on every side 36 THE HARP OF.
... quiet curtain of the nightingale's soft wing ! My pillow should be rose - leaves without a single thorn , And there I'd chaunt my roundelay until the blush of morn . The world is full of sorrows - on every side 36 THE HARP OF.
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... soft decay- And gently cast them on the peaceful tide . Day passed , and Night ; all seasons went and came ; The green earth blossomed , and grew white ; but there , O'er the smooth marge of that sequestered brook , The faithful spirit ...
... soft decay- And gently cast them on the peaceful tide . Day passed , and Night ; all seasons went and came ; The green earth blossomed , and grew white ; but there , O'er the smooth marge of that sequestered brook , The faithful spirit ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath bird blessed bliss bloom blue bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek CHELMSFORD child cloud dark dead death deep dost dream E'en earth faded faded thing fair fame fancy crown farewell fled flowers gaze gentle glad gleaming gloom glory glow gone grave green grief happy HARP hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn HEMANS hope hour L. E. LANDON leaf leaves life's light lips lone look lute lyre Magdalene MARY HOWITT mirth morn mother mountain never night o'er pale repose rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shade sigh silent sings skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring star storm stream summer sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought thy dreams tree Twas voice wakeful eye wallflower wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 70 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Seite 106 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 185 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Seite 170 - 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.
Seite 36 - SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now. Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea!
Seite 172 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon...
Seite 180 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Seite 36 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast...
Seite 142 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and home!
Seite 181 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day ; All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse and hunting-spear; Hounds are in their couples yelling. Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they: Waken, lords and ladies gay...