Poetic gems: partly original; but chiefly selected from the best authors: by S. BlackburnG. Dennis, 1833 - 240 Seiten |
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... seen The Sin of War Retaliation . Elijah fed by Ravens The Bees The Dervise and his Garden A Forest Scene Childhood and Manhood The Balloon and the Eagle Lullaby The Frailty of Beauty Human Life compared to the Seasons The School Boy ...
... seen The Sin of War Retaliation . Elijah fed by Ravens The Bees The Dervise and his Garden A Forest Scene Childhood and Manhood The Balloon and the Eagle Lullaby The Frailty of Beauty Human Life compared to the Seasons The School Boy ...
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... ? - " " Is it there , sweet mother , that better land ? " Not there , not there , my child ? " " Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; B Dreams cannot picture a world so fair- Sorrow and death.
... ? - " " Is it there , sweet mother , that better land ? " Not there , not there , my child ? " " Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; B Dreams cannot picture a world so fair- Sorrow and death.
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... seen ; This tree was doom'd to pass away , And be as if it ne'er had been ; - But mournful Cowper , wand'ring nigh , For rest beneath its shadow came , When lo ! the voice of days gone by Ascended from its hollow frame . O that the poet ...
... seen ; This tree was doom'd to pass away , And be as if it ne'er had been ; - But mournful Cowper , wand'ring nigh , For rest beneath its shadow came , When lo ! the voice of days gone by Ascended from its hollow frame . O that the poet ...
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... seen what now thou look'st upon ; Have fear'd , hop'd , hated , mourn'd , or lov'd , And now from mortal sight are gone . Yet , though unseen of human eye , Their relics slumber in the earth , The boon of immortality To them was giv'n ...
... seen what now thou look'st upon ; Have fear'd , hop'd , hated , mourn'd , or lov'd , And now from mortal sight are gone . Yet , though unseen of human eye , Their relics slumber in the earth , The boon of immortality To them was giv'n ...
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... seen this beautiful virgin ? If ye have , tell me who she is , and what is her name ? SUMMER . Who is this that cometh from the south , thinly clad in a light transparent garment ? Her breath is hot and sultry ; she seeks the ...
... seen this beautiful virgin ? If ye have , tell me who she is , and what is her name ? SUMMER . Who is this that cometh from the south , thinly clad in a light transparent garment ? Her breath is hot and sultry ; she seeks the ...
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Poetic Gems: Partly Original; But Chiefly Selected from the Best Authors: By ... Samuel Blackburn Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
age to age Anon art thou beauty beneath blessed bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Cambyses charm cheerful child clouds COLCHESTER cold cried crimson-tipped dark dead dear death delight dread E'en earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaz'd Gelert glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour hush'd kiss kiss of love learned friend life's light lonely look look'd lov'd lyre morning mother mountain Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd paths of glory peace pleasure poor rill rock round scene seem'd seraph shade shadows roll shine sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell tempest Thebes thee thine thou thought to-morrow tomb tree truth Twas Twill voice wandering wild wind wings young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 108 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and...
Seite 72 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Seite 233 - The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Seite 111 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 142 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Seite 236 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Seite 234 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of, Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
Seite 145 - MUMMY (AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION) Horace Smith And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago. When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Seite 110 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Seite 109 - The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton, here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...