The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, المجلد 1Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1828 |
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الصفحة vii
... Storm . By William Read , Esq . : - : - 1. The Coming on of the Storm 2. The Progress of the Storm 3. The East Indiaman • 4. The Morning after the Storm • iii 1 4 8 14 Sonnet on Parting with his Books . By William Roscoe , Esq . The ...
... Storm . By William Read , Esq . : - : - 1. The Coming on of the Storm 2. The Progress of the Storm 3. The East Indiaman • 4. The Morning after the Storm • iii 1 4 8 14 Sonnet on Parting with his Books . By William Roscoe , Esq . The ...
الصفحة ix
... Storm 127 Lines on leaving Landogo , a Village on the Banks of the Wye Stanzas written on the Anniversary of the Birth - day of Robert Burns . By James Montgomery , Esq . 129 130 Epitaph on an Infant . By S. T. Coleridge , CONTENTS . ix.
... Storm 127 Lines on leaving Landogo , a Village on the Banks of the Wye Stanzas written on the Anniversary of the Birth - day of Robert Burns . By James Montgomery , Esq . 129 130 Epitaph on an Infant . By S. T. Coleridge , CONTENTS . ix.
الصفحة x
... . George Croly A Night Storm among the Mountains of Snowdon Sonnet composed on the Sea Coast . By S. T. Coleridge , Esq . 165 A Country Wedding • 166 160 161 162 163 Sonnet to Ailsa Rock . By John Keats To a X CONTENTS .
... . George Croly A Night Storm among the Mountains of Snowdon Sonnet composed on the Sea Coast . By S. T. Coleridge , Esq . 165 A Country Wedding • 166 160 161 162 163 Sonnet to Ailsa Rock . By John Keats To a X CONTENTS .
الصفحة 1
... STORM . BY WILLIAM READ , ESQ . I. THE COMING ON OF THE STORM . Threescore and ten I can remember well , Within the volume of which time I've seen Hours dreadful , and things strange ... Storm William Read, Esq The Coming on of the Storm.
... STORM . BY WILLIAM READ , ESQ . I. THE COMING ON OF THE STORM . Threescore and ten I can remember well , Within the volume of which time I've seen Hours dreadful , and things strange ... Storm William Read, Esq The Coming on of the Storm.
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... storms , in bold rebellion rose , To bow that Flag , obeyed where'er it veers , 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM . The Progress of the Storm.
... storms , in bold rebellion rose , To bow that Flag , obeyed where'er it veers , 2 THE POETICAL ALBUM . The Progress of the Storm.
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BARRY CORNWALL BATTLE OF ROSLIN beam beauty beneath bird Blackwood's Magazine bliss bloom blue blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth fade fair Farewell fate feel flame fled flowers gaze gentle GEORGE CROLY gleam gloom glory glow gone grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven hope HORACE SMITH hour kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette London Magazine lonely look LORD BYRON love's lute lyre merry heart morn murmuring ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rose round S. T. COLERIDGE scene shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm stream sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought tomb Twas voice wandering wave weep wild winds wing young youth
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الصفحة 126 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
الصفحة 95 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
الصفحة 71 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part ! I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
الصفحة 298 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
الصفحة 187 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...
الصفحة 215 - With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers, And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears! There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for His own holy Name, and Henry of Navarre.
الصفحة 355 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
الصفحة 169 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
الصفحة 102 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
الصفحة 89 - Seek out— less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.