The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 |
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... sea - girt earth array , 196 O why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? 19 Of all my race there breathes not one , ........... ....................................... 71 Page . Oh ! bury me deep in the boundless xii CONTENTS .
... sea - girt earth array , 196 O why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? 19 Of all my race there breathes not one , ........... ....................................... 71 Page . Oh ! bury me deep in the boundless xii CONTENTS .
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Page . Oh ! bury me deep in the boundless sea , 220 Oh ! for a closer walk with God , 92 Oh , shame to thee , land of the Gaul , 249 Oh ! snatched away in beauty's bloom , 156 Oh that the chemist's magic art , 155 Oh ! think not my ...
Page . Oh ! bury me deep in the boundless sea , 220 Oh ! for a closer walk with God , 92 Oh , shame to thee , land of the Gaul , 249 Oh ! snatched away in beauty's bloom , 156 Oh that the chemist's magic art , 155 Oh ! think not my ...
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... deep That shades the silent world of memory , Methinks I hear his voice ! sweet as the breath Of balmy ground - flowers stealing from some spot Of sunshine sacred , in a gloomy wood , To everlasting spring . In the church - yard Where ...
... deep That shades the silent world of memory , Methinks I hear his voice ! sweet as the breath Of balmy ground - flowers stealing from some spot Of sunshine sacred , in a gloomy wood , To everlasting spring . In the church - yard Where ...
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... deep , And the holy calm of that twilight hour Came over our hearts like sleep , And we dreamt of the banks and bonny braes ' That had gladdened our childhood's careless days . And he — the friend at my side that sate , Was a boy whose ...
... deep , And the holy calm of that twilight hour Came over our hearts like sleep , And we dreamt of the banks and bonny braes ' That had gladdened our childhood's careless days . And he — the friend at my side that sate , Was a boy whose ...
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... weepest , childless mother ! Aye weep , - ' twill ease thine heart ! He was thy first born son , Thy first , thy only one , ' Tis hard from him to part ! ' Tis hard to lay thy darling Deep in the B 2 THE POETICAL MELANGE . 27.
... weepest , childless mother ! Aye weep , - ' twill ease thine heart ! He was thy first born son , Thy first , thy only one , ' Tis hard from him to part ! ' Tis hard to lay thy darling Deep in the B 2 THE POETICAL MELANGE . 27.
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The Poetical Melange. [Compiled by G. A. Douglas.], Հատոր 2 George A. Douglas Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1828 |
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Էջ 131 - 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...
Էջ 24 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Էջ 85 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Էջ 222 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.
Էջ 85 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Էջ 37 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
Էջ 166 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Էջ 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Էջ 62 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ; Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Էջ 22 - THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...