The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke WhiteJ. Grigg, 1839 - Всего страниц: 495 |
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... wander'd in the wood , Or view'd the forest - feats of Robin Hood : Oft , fancy - led , at midnight's fearful hour , With startling step we scaled the lonely tower ; O'er infant innocence to hang and weep , Murder'd by ruffian hands ...
... wander'd in the wood , Or view'd the forest - feats of Robin Hood : Oft , fancy - led , at midnight's fearful hour , With startling step we scaled the lonely tower ; O'er infant innocence to hang and weep , Murder'd by ruffian hands ...
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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 ... wander till the day is gone , Lost in each other ; and when Night steals on , Covering them round , how sweet her ...
... wandering without measure Through sun and shade , lost in a trance of pleasure ; And , if to Fear but for a weary ... wander till the day is gone , Lost in each other ; and when Night steals on , Covering them round , how sweet her ...
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... wander with a keen delight , If but a leve t catch their quicker sight Down a green alley , or a squirrel then Climb the gnarl'd oak , and look and climb again , If but a moth flit by , an acorn fall , He turns their thoughts to Him who ...
... wander with a keen delight , If but a leve t catch their quicker sight Down a green alley , or a squirrel then Climb the gnarl'd oak , and look and climb again , If but a moth flit by , an acorn fall , He turns their thoughts to Him who ...
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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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Стр. 150 - 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!
Стр. 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: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow!
Стр. 149 - 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. 138 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Стр. 150 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 104 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were...
Стр. 148 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold where he flies on his desolate path...
Стр. 256 - Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear ; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
Стр. 153 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams, Was woven in the sky. When o'er the green undeluged earth Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's grey fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign. And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.