British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].1820 |
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... Muse , This World is all a Fleeting Show , Ode to an Indian Gold Coin , • • H. K. White , 168 Sotheby , 170 Walter Scott , 171 . H. K. White , 172 Westall . 174 H. K. White , 176 Walter Scott , 177 . T. Moore , 178 Leyden , 178 Thou art ...
... Muse , This World is all a Fleeting Show , Ode to an Indian Gold Coin , • • H. K. White , 168 Sotheby , 170 Walter Scott , 171 . H. K. White , 172 Westall . 174 H. K. White , 176 Walter Scott , 177 . T. Moore , 178 Leyden , 178 Thou art ...
Стр. xi
... Muse has glanced a sparkling of her light , one of those who pant for distinction but have not within them that immortal power which alone can command it . There are many , some Sir may be known to you , who feel keenly and earnestly ...
... Muse has glanced a sparkling of her light , one of those who pant for distinction but have not within them that immortal power which alone can command it . There are many , some Sir may be known to you , who feel keenly and earnestly ...
Стр. xii
... muse over the works of our best bards . Some time last year I had roamed in an evening like to one of those I have spoken of , and after dwelling on the fairy beauties of SPENSER , and from thence passing to the poets of my own time ...
... muse over the works of our best bards . Some time last year I had roamed in an evening like to one of those I have spoken of , and after dwelling on the fairy beauties of SPENSER , and from thence passing to the poets of my own time ...
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... Muse the memorial was keeping Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves , Beside her the Genius of Erin stood weeping , For hers was the story that blotted the leaves , But , oh ! how the tear in her eyelids grew bright , When , after ...
... Muse the memorial was keeping Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves , Beside her the Genius of Erin stood weeping , For hers was the story that blotted the leaves , But , oh ! how the tear in her eyelids grew bright , When , after ...
Стр. 45
... muse shall then propitious here Thy prayer , and whisper in thy ear Pure strains of melody . " Young Health and Peace , my offspring fair , Shall to thy humble roof repair , With lips exhaling balm ; Shed their kind influence o'er thy ...
... muse shall then propitious here Thy prayer , and whisper in thy ear Pure strains of melody . " Young Health and Peace , my offspring fair , Shall to thy humble roof repair , With lips exhaling balm ; Shed their kind influence o'er thy ...
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Ave Maris Stella bards battle battle of Corunna beams beauty blest bosom brave breast breath bright calm charms clouds cold Culloden dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth Erin Erin go bragh fair fame fancy farewell feel flowers friends gaze glory glow goblet grave green grief harp hast hath heart heaven hope Horace Twiss hour ladies gay light Lochiel lonely Lord Byron mingle Moore morning mountain mourn murmur Muse ne'er never night Norsemen numbers o'er R. B. SHERIDAN rapture remember roam rose round scene shed shine shore sigh silent SIR PETER PARKER sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sparkle spirit Star storm stream sweet tear tell tempests thee thine thou art thought thro Twas twilight twine vex'd voice Walter Scott wandering waters wave weep wild wind youth
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Стр. 41 - 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.
Стр. 222 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Стр. 222 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 240 - 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.
Стр. 28 - 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 he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Стр. 96 - Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Стр. 99 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small Cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
Стр. 42 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous 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.
Стр. 225 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Стр. 2 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.