Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore, Scott [and Others] : with Many Fugitive Pieces of Distinguished MeritWightman and Cramp, 1826 - 392 Seiten |
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... meet the hand that writ it : line nor lead Hath ever fathomed thy profoundest deeps , Where haply the huge monster swells and sleeps , King of his watery limit , who ' tis said Can move the mighty ocean into storm- Oh ! wonderful thou ...
... meet the hand that writ it : line nor lead Hath ever fathomed thy profoundest deeps , Where haply the huge monster swells and sleeps , King of his watery limit , who ' tis said Can move the mighty ocean into storm- Oh ! wonderful thou ...
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... meet , Bright with the hues of his Promethean heat ; A halo of the light of other days , Which still the splendour of its orb betrays . But should there be to whom the fatal blight Of failing Wisdom yields a base delight , Men who exult ...
... meet , Bright with the hues of his Promethean heat ; A halo of the light of other days , Which still the splendour of its orb betrays . But should there be to whom the fatal blight Of failing Wisdom yields a base delight , Men who exult ...
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... Meet sordid Rage , and wrestle with Disgrace , To find in Hope but the renew'd caress , The serpent fold of further Faithlessness , — If such may be the ills which men assail , What marvel if at last the mightiest fail ? Breasts to whom ...
... Meet sordid Rage , and wrestle with Disgrace , To find in Hope but the renew'd caress , The serpent fold of further Faithlessness , — If such may be the ills which men assail , What marvel if at last the mightiest fail ? Breasts to whom ...
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... meets the ear ) ; And if thou mark a truant smile . Quick o'er her brightening features fly , And if a vivid gleam the while , Fire the blue lustre of her eye , Ah ! then , thou loveliest flower ! kind , faithful be , And bear one fond ...
... meets the ear ) ; And if thou mark a truant smile . Quick o'er her brightening features fly , And if a vivid gleam the while , Fire the blue lustre of her eye , Ah ! then , thou loveliest flower ! kind , faithful be , And bear one fond ...
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... Meets yours no more , in sadness or in mirth ! Was he not fair amongst the sons of earth , The beings born to die ? But not where Death has power , may love be bless'd ! -Come near , and bear ye the beloved to rest . How may the ...
... Meets yours no more , in sadness or in mirth ! Was he not fair amongst the sons of earth , The beings born to die ? But not where Death has power , may love be bless'd ! -Come near , and bear ye the beloved to rest . How may the ...
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Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore ... William Wordsworth,David Carey Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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admiring bands amid Argentine barbed horse Barry Cornwall beam beauty beneath billows blaze blood blue bosom bower brave breast breath bright brow charm cheek child clouds cold dark dear death death or freedom deep delight dread dream earth Edward Bruce fair fairy fear feel fierce fire fled flowers gaze gentle glide gloom glory glow grave guardian band hast hath heard heart heaven hope hour Inchcape Rock Joanna Baillie lady light lips lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron lost for love maid moon morning ne'er night o'er ocean pale pride R. B. SHERIDAN rapture rest rock rose round Sappho seem'd shade shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star stood storm sweet tears thee thine thou thought toy'd trembling Twas voice wave weep wild wind wings youth
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Seite 250 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell's!
Seite 125 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Seite 26 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Seite 208 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Seite 312 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Seite 97 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody...
Seite 169 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Seite 178 - And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Seite 124 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Seite 127 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.