The Harp of the Wilderness; Or, Flowers of Modern Fugitive Poetry ...Simpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1836 |
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... beauty bright Oh ! lightly , lightly tread O , breathe no more that simple air O think it not strange that my soul is shaken Pansies , lilies , kingcups , daisies 30 39 48 76 80 . 95 104 . 157 . 180 . 181 . 209 244 . 332 . 341 194 Roll ...
... beauty bright Oh ! lightly , lightly tread O , breathe no more that simple air O think it not strange that my soul is shaken Pansies , lilies , kingcups , daisies 30 39 48 76 80 . 95 104 . 157 . 180 . 181 . 209 244 . 332 . 341 194 Roll ...
Էջ xix
... beauty's daughters The spirit's land ! -where is that land Two solemn voices , in a funeral strain The baron is feasting in lighted hall There is a mystic thread of life . Thou hast a charmed cup , O Fame ! . 227 . 230 . 233 . 240 . 242 ...
... beauty's daughters The spirit's land ! -where is that land Two solemn voices , in a funeral strain The baron is feasting in lighted hall There is a mystic thread of life . Thou hast a charmed cup , O Fame ! . 227 . 230 . 233 . 240 . 242 ...
Էջ xx
... beauty - not a cloud The bride is dead ! the bride is dead ! . Under what beechen shade , or silent oak When the voices are gone We have been friends together What hid'st thou in thy treasure - caves and cells Whither , ' midst falling ...
... beauty - not a cloud The bride is dead ! the bride is dead ! . Under what beechen shade , or silent oak When the voices are gone We have been friends together What hid'st thou in thy treasure - caves and cells Whither , ' midst falling ...
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... beauty of her own . Wordsworth . I AM come back to my bower , But it is not as of yore , Withered every glowing flower , And the leaves are green no more ; Winter winds are sighing Where summer breezes strayed ; Winter mists are lying ...
... beauty of her own . Wordsworth . I AM come back to my bower , But it is not as of yore , Withered every glowing flower , And the leaves are green no more ; Winter winds are sighing Where summer breezes strayed ; Winter mists are lying ...
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... beauty in my breast . Or if a fair star he , That won all eyes and seemed on all to shine , I would not blame his beauty or repine ; Enough for me , Like a small quiet billow none survey , To tremble in his light , then melt away . O ...
... beauty in my breast . Or if a fair star he , That won all eyes and seemed on all to shine , I would not blame his beauty or repine ; Enough for me , Like a small quiet billow none survey , To tremble in his light , then melt away . O ...
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art thou BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath bird blessed bliss bloom blue bower breast breath breeze bright brow cheek CHELMSFORD child cloud dark dead death deep dost dream E'en earth faded faded thing fair fame fancy crown farewell fled flowers gaze gentle glad gleaming gloom glory glow gone grave green grief happy HARP hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn HEMANS hope hour L. E. LANDON leaf leaves life's light lips lone look lute lyre Magdalene MARY HOWITT mirth morn mother mountain never night o'er pale repose rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shade sigh silent sings skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring star storm stream summer sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought thy dreams tree Twas voice wakeful eye wallflower wandering wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Էջ 70 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Էջ 106 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Էջ 185 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Էջ 170 - 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 childlike form.
Էջ 36 - SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow : Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now. Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea!
Էջ 172 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon...
Էջ 180 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Էջ 36 - God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast...
Էջ 142 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and home!
Էջ 181 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day ; All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse and hunting-spear; Hounds are in their couples yelling. Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they: Waken, lords and ladies gay...