The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, المجلد 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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الصفحة iii
... perplexed , but pleased - I guessed At such as seemed the fairest . SECOND SERIES . BYRON . LONDON : HURST , CHANCE , AND CO . ST . PAUL'S CHURCH - YARD . YOUR I 431330B 12 + 1 LONDON : PRINTED BY 1829 . THE POETICAL ALBUM ;
... perplexed , but pleased - I guessed At such as seemed the fairest . SECOND SERIES . BYRON . LONDON : HURST , CHANCE , AND CO . ST . PAUL'S CHURCH - YARD . YOUR I 431330B 12 + 1 LONDON : PRINTED BY 1829 . THE POETICAL ALBUM ;
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... seemed best calculated to exhibit the description of poetical talent by which they are dis- tinguished , or as appeared worthy of being circulated in a more permanent form than that of a Newspaper or a Magazine . In pursuance of this ...
... seemed best calculated to exhibit the description of poetical talent by which they are dis- tinguished , or as appeared worthy of being circulated in a more permanent form than that of a Newspaper or a Magazine . In pursuance of this ...
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... seemed to sway , And , as a sleeping infant calm , The river streamed away , - Devious as Error , deep as Love , And blue and bright as heaven above ! Steeped in a flood of golden light , - Type of that hour of deep repose , In wan ...
... seemed to sway , And , as a sleeping infant calm , The river streamed away , - Devious as Error , deep as Love , And blue and bright as heaven above ! Steeped in a flood of golden light , - Type of that hour of deep repose , In wan ...
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... seemed ! And gazing on thy crumbling walls , What visions meet my mental eye ! For every stone of thine recalls Some trace of years gone by , — Some cherished bliss , too frail to last , Some hope decayed , -or passion past ! Ay ...
... seemed ! And gazing on thy crumbling walls , What visions meet my mental eye ! For every stone of thine recalls Some trace of years gone by , — Some cherished bliss , too frail to last , Some hope decayed , -or passion past ! Ay ...
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... seemed excited By some superior fire , nor died with them- Surviving all its sisters , but was left Sole grace of Night's dishonoured diadem ! At every bound , that giant courser cleft The reeling earth with adamantine hoof ; - And , as ...
... seemed excited By some superior fire , nor died with them- Surviving all its sisters , but was left Sole grace of Night's dishonoured diadem ! At every bound , that giant courser cleft The reeling earth with adamantine hoof ; - And , as ...
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POETICAL ALBUM & REGISTER OF M <span dir=ltr>Alaric Alexander 1797-1864 Watts</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2016 |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath Blackwood's Magazine blest bliss bloom blue bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charms cheek child clouds cold courser dark dear death deep dream earth fading fair fancy farewell fear flowers gaze gentle gleam glow Godiva gondolier grave green grief hand Harebells hath heart heaven hope hour hyæna J. G. LOCKHART JAMES HOGG JOHN MOULTRIE kiss life's light lips Literary Gazette Literary Souvenir lonely look LORD BYRON lute lyre mirth morn mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Olmutz pale pride rapture rock round scene shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou art thou hast thou wert thought tomb voice wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 223 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
الصفحة 221 - Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
الصفحة 89 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
الصفحة 208 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
الصفحة 202 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
الصفحة 221 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
الصفحة 155 - 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 203 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young, faithful heart.
الصفحة 156 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men. Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again: Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.
الصفحة 84 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...