Bay LeavesArchibald Constable, 1824 - 160 sider |
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amid azure skies BARRY CORNWALL beams beauty beneath blended blessings bloom blossoms bosom brave breast breathe breeze brow burst BYRON canker-worm CATALONIA cheek clouds cruel Love dark darksome despair DREAMS OF FOND earth EYE IS BRIGHT farewell feel flowers FOND DELIGHT Freedom's gaze genius gentle glide glowing Greece grief heart hey diddle diddle hour internal sin Inveresk laughing life's light lips lofty lonely LORD BYRON love's melting memory mental ray mind mountains mourn murmurs ne'er night o'er pain pale pang past pensive poison'd poplar branch proud rise round rude scene seem'd shade shed shining shore sigh silent silver planet sink sleep slumbers smile soft softer soothe sorrow soul sound spirit steal steal Heaven stream sunbeams sweet TARRAGONA tears tendrils thee there's thine thou thoughts tide tomb trembling twine verdant voice wanton wave weary wild wind-flower zephyrs
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Side 12 - All heaven and earth are still— though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Side 89 - O king of clouds ! The sailor on his airy shrouds, When wrecks and beacons strew the steep, And spectres walk along the deep. Milder yet thy snowy breezes Pour on yonder tented shores, Where the Rhine's broad billow freezes, Or the dark-brown Danube roars.
Side 42 - Go, Henry, go not back, when I depart, The scene thy bursting tears too deep will move, Where my dear father took thee to his heart, And Gertrude thought it...
Side 30 - The Ivy round some lofty pile Its twining tendril flings ; Though fled from thence be pleasure's smile, It yet the fonder clings ; As lonelier still becomes the place The warmer is its fond embrace, More firm its verdant rings ; As if it loved its shade to rear O'er one devoted to despair. Thus shall my bosom cling to thine, Unchanged by gliding years ; Through Fortune's rise, or her decline, In sunshine, or in tears ; And, though between us oceans roll, And rocks divide us, still my soul Shall feel...
Side 73 - Think not because the eye is bright, and smiles are laughing there, The heart that beats within is light, and free from pain and care ; A blush may tinge the darkest cloud, ere Sol's last rays depart, And underneath the sunniest smile may lurk the saddest heart. Mirth's sudden gleam may light the cheek though joy be...
Side 28 - Think not, beloved ! time can break The spell around us cast ; •Or absence from my bosom take The memory of the past : My love is not that silvery mist.
Side 31 - O'er one devoted to despair. , Thus shall my bosom cling to thine, Unchanged by gliding years; Through Fortune's rise, or her decline, In sunshine or in tears : And though between us oceans roll, And rocks divide us, still my soul Can feel no jealous fears, Confiding in a...
Side 119 - A blight had, in his transit, sent , But other, earthlier joys had gone, And left their foot-prints as they went. Sighing, as through the shadowy Past, Like a tomb-searcher, Memory ran, Lifting each shroud that Time had cast O'er buried hopes, he thus began : — FIRST ANGEL'S STORY.
Side 87 - O'er which the green boughs wave, In sleep without a thought he lays his head : Ah ! cruel Love ! at this dark, silent hour, Thou wak'st to trace, and with redoubled power, The voice, the step, the air Of her, who scorns thy chain, and flies thy fatal snare. And in some sheltered bay, at evening's close, The mariners their rude coats round them fold, Stretched on the rugged plank in deep repose : But I, though...
Side 71 - I'll think on't. [Exit. SCENE II. A Room, with a Banquet. ISABELLA. Time lags, and slights his duty. I remember The days when he would fly. How sweet they were ! Then I rebuked his speed, and now — and now I drench his wing with tears. How heavily The minutes pass. Can he avoid mo ? Oh ! I almost wish — and yet that must not be.