The Young Man's Book of Elegant Poetry: Comprising Selections from the Works of the Classical Poets of Great Britain and America ...Thomas, Cowperthwait & Company, 1838 - 320 sider |
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... seem'd to sway the hour , The wand - struck deck becomes an orient bower ! A very wilderness of blushing roses , Just such as Love would choose when he reposes . The pendent orange from a lush of leaves , Hangs like Hesperian gold ; and ...
... seem'd to sway the hour , The wand - struck deck becomes an orient bower ! A very wilderness of blushing roses , Just such as Love would choose when he reposes . The pendent orange from a lush of leaves , Hangs like Hesperian gold ; and ...
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... seem'd to hear ; A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell The devil below was ringing his knell . SOUTHEY . A RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW . Oн when I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy , My mates were blithe and kind ! " No wonder ...
... seem'd to hear ; A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell The devil below was ringing his knell . SOUTHEY . A RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW . Oн when I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy , My mates were blithe and kind ! " No wonder ...
Side 90
... listen'd and wonder'd , he trembled and wept , While transport with tenderness vied , It seem'd as the heart of a seraph were swept By a spirit that sung at his side . All ceased in a moment - and nothing was heard 88 YOUNG MAN'S.
... listen'd and wonder'd , he trembled and wept , While transport with tenderness vied , It seem'd as the heart of a seraph were swept By a spirit that sung at his side . All ceased in a moment - and nothing was heard 88 YOUNG MAN'S.
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... seem'd to glow As if that hand were there . Years fled , and left me childhood's joy , Gay sports and pastimes dear ; I rose a wild and wayward boy , Who scorn'd the curb of fear . Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; Yet , ere at ...
... seem'd to glow As if that hand were there . Years fled , and left me childhood's joy , Gay sports and pastimes dear ; I rose a wild and wayward boy , Who scorn'd the curb of fear . Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; Yet , ere at ...
Side 101
... seem'd the watch to keep , They were my country's foes . In foreign climes the yoke I bore , Stern Slavery's lot I knew , Heaven heard and toward my native shore , My parents ' home , I drew . Where was my hoary sire ? They told How ...
... seem'd the watch to keep , They were my country's foes . In foreign climes the yoke I bore , Stern Slavery's lot I knew , Heaven heard and toward my native shore , My parents ' home , I drew . Where was my hoary sire ? They told How ...
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art thou Ave Maria beautiful Belshazzar beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bliss blood brave breast breath bright brow cheek child cloud dare dark dead death deep desert shore doth dread dreams dust dust to dust earth fair fame fear feel flame flowers gaze Gêlert glory grave Greece grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour Inchcape Rock king land light Lochinvar lonely look look'd lute mighty mighty music morn mountain ne'er Netherby never night Northern wars numbers o'er old oaken bucket once pass'd praise prayer pride proud rock roll'd round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stood storm strife sweet swell sword tears Thebes thee thine thou art thou hast thought toil turn'd Twas voice wave wild wind wing youth
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Side 243 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Side 242 - ... ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. "So boldly he...
Side 77 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Side 79 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush!
Side 248 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?
Side 90 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost ! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest ! Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain-storm ! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the element ! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise...
Side 80 - Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Side 131 - ... CROMWELL, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy...
Side 125 - Woe to the English soldiery, That little dread us near ! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear: When waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem . A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.
Side 197 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.