The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ...Grigg & Elliot, 1843 - 496 Seiten |
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... wandering tribes require , Stretch'd in the desert round their evening - fire ; As any sung of old in hall or bower To minstrel - harps at midnight's witching hour ! Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth ...
... wandering tribes require , Stretch'd in the desert round their evening - fire ; As any sung of old in hall or bower To minstrel - harps at midnight's witching hour ! Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth ...
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... wandering eye - now many a written thought Never to die , with many a lisping sweet His moving , murmuring lips endeavor to repeat . Released , he chases the bright butterfly ; Oh he would follow - follow through the sky ! Climbs the ...
... wandering eye - now many a written thought Never to die , with many a lisping sweet His moving , murmuring lips endeavor to repeat . Released , he chases the bright butterfly ; Oh he would follow - follow through the sky ! Climbs the ...
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... wandering without measure Through sun and shade , lost in a trance of pleasure ; And , if to Fear but for a weary mile , Hope follows fast and wins him with a smile . At length he goes - a Pilgrim to the Shrine , And for a relic would a ...
... wandering without measure Through sun and shade , lost in a trance of pleasure ; And , if to Fear but for a weary mile , Hope follows fast and wins him with a smile . At length he goes - a Pilgrim to the Shrine , And for a relic would a ...
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... wandering in the light of day ! 46 What though thy grey hairs to the dust descena , Their scent shall track thee , track thee to the end : Thy sons reproach'd with their great father's fame . And on his world inscribed another's name ...
... wandering in the light of day ! 46 What though thy grey hairs to the dust descena , Their scent shall track thee , track thee to the end : Thy sons reproach'd with their great father's fame . And on his world inscribed another's name ...
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... from his bed , and wandering about in the dark . " - " Nothing prospered with him , and it was ascribed to the curses he was loaded with . " f di tanta bellezza , " says Andrea Corsali , a 42 34 ROGERS'S POETICAL WORKS .
... from his bed , and wandering about in the dark . " - " Nothing prospered with him , and it was ascribed to the curses he was loaded with . " f di tanta bellezza , " says Andrea Corsali , a 42 34 ROGERS'S POETICAL WORKS .
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age to age amidst arms art thou beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath Capel Lofft Charles Lamb charm clouds dark dead death deep delight dream earth eternal father fear fire flame flowers foes gaze gloom glory Gondoline grace grave Greenland grief hand hath heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White hope hour Javan land light living lonely look'd Lord lyre mind moon morning mother mountains Muse Nature's never night Note numbers o'er once pale pass'd peace Petrarch PSALM rapture rest rise rock rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star stood storm sublime sweet tears tempest thee Theodric thine thou thought tomb trembling turn'd vale Venice vex'd voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings woods youth
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Seite 150 - 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. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Seite 149 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Seite 485 - Deep horror then my vitals froze, death-struck, -I ceased the tide to stem; when suddenly a star arose — it was the Star of Bethlehem.
Seite 485 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Seite 351 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest.
Seite 149 - 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 shatter'd sail; Or in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.
Seite 116 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of time, Sarmatia fell — unwept— without a crime ! Found not a generous friend — a pitying foe — Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe ! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear— Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career ! — Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked — as KOSCIUSKO fell!
Seite 351 - Thus star by star declines, Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines, To pure and perfect day ; Nor sink those stars in empty night ; They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
Seite 26 - ... an inward prompting, which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, (which I take to be my portion in this life,) joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written, to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Seite 63 - When on an idle day, a day of search 'Mid the old lumber in the gallery, That mouldering chest was noticed ; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as GINEVRA, " Why not remove it from its lurking-place...