Selections from the British Poets, Band 2Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... fires the soul , and sparkles in the eyes . Then grieve not thou , to whom th ' indulgent Muse Vouchsafes a portion of celestial fire : Nor blame the partial Fates if they refuse Th ' imperial banquet and the rich attire . Know thine ...
... fires the soul , and sparkles in the eyes . Then grieve not thou , to whom th ' indulgent Muse Vouchsafes a portion of celestial fire : Nor blame the partial Fates if they refuse Th ' imperial banquet and the rich attire . Know thine ...
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... fire : Fancy and Hope too soon shall of themselves expire . When the long - sounding curfew from afar Loaded with loud lament the lonely gale , Young Edwin , lighted by the evening star , Lingering and listening , wander'd down the vale ...
... fire : Fancy and Hope too soon shall of themselves expire . When the long - sounding curfew from afar Loaded with loud lament the lonely gale , Young Edwin , lighted by the evening star , Lingering and listening , wander'd down the vale ...
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... fire , And cheer'd his pensive guest ; And spread his vegetable store , And gayly press'd and smiled ; And , skill'd in legendary lore , The ling'ring hours beguiled . Around in sympathetic mirth Its tricks the kitten tries ; 24 OLIVER ...
... fire , And cheer'd his pensive guest ; And spread his vegetable store , And gayly press'd and smiled ; And , skill'd in legendary lore , The ling'ring hours beguiled . Around in sympathetic mirth Its tricks the kitten tries ; 24 OLIVER ...
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... fire an ev'ning group to draw , And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And as a hare , whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place from whence at first she flew , I still had hopes , my long vexations past , Here to return - and ...
... fire an ev'ning group to draw , And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And as a hare , whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place from whence at first she flew , I still had hopes , my long vexations past , Here to return - and ...
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... fire , and talk'd the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds , or , tales of sorrow done , Shoulder'd his crutch , and show'd how fields were won , [ glow , Pleased with his guests , the good man learn'd to And quite forgot their vices in ...
... fire , and talk'd the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds , or , tales of sorrow done , Shoulder'd his crutch , and show'd how fields were won , [ glow , Pleased with his guests , the good man learn'd to And quite forgot their vices in ...
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art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth Elderslie ev'ry fair fame fancy fled flowers fond frae gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look Lord lyre Marmion mirth morn mountain murmur muse Nature's ne'er never night nymph o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pow'r pride rapture rill rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wings Yarrow youth
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Seite 166 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 152 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Seite 179 - But oh, that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
Seite 32 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Seite 198 - 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.
Seite 196 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Seite 33 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...
Seite 167 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Seite 207 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Seite 155 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.