The Harp of the Wilderness; Or, Flowers of Modern Fugitive Poetry ...Simpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1836 |
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... lyre ; And what is she , whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar - cane ? I know that soul - entrancing swell ! It is it must be - Philomel . Enough , enough , the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze , — The ...
... lyre ; And what is she , whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar - cane ? I know that soul - entrancing swell ! It is it must be - Philomel . Enough , enough , the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze , — The ...
Էջ 137
... lyre of this great land ; * In whose sea - odes , -as in those shells Where Ocean's voice of majesty Seems sounding still , -- immortal dwells Old Albion's Spirit of the Sea . Such was our host ; and though , since then , Slight clouds ...
... lyre of this great land ; * In whose sea - odes , -as in those shells Where Ocean's voice of majesty Seems sounding still , -- immortal dwells Old Albion's Spirit of the Sea . Such was our host ; and though , since then , Slight clouds ...
Էջ 153
... of an immortal name , Kindling his spirit with Promethean fire ; His soul sprang upwards with the glorious aim , And his hand , trembling , smote the answering wire . He dwelt upon the beauties of the lyre ; Upon THE WILDERNESS . 153.
... of an immortal name , Kindling his spirit with Promethean fire ; His soul sprang upwards with the glorious aim , And his hand , trembling , smote the answering wire . He dwelt upon the beauties of the lyre ; Upon THE WILDERNESS . 153.
Էջ 154
Harp. He dwelt upon the beauties of the lyre ; Upon the beautiful , till it became , Whether in art or nature , life and light , Endowing him with skill , and song's sublimest might . And , day by day , he proudly pondered o'er The bliss ...
Harp. He dwelt upon the beauties of the lyre ; Upon the beautiful , till it became , Whether in art or nature , life and light , Endowing him with skill , and song's sublimest might . And , day by day , he proudly pondered o'er The bliss ...
Էջ 159
... lyre , As if the bird disdain'd me in its pride . And I was left below , but now no more Plunged in the doleful realms of death and night ; Up with the skylark's lay My soul had winged its way To the supernal Source of life and light ...
... lyre , As if the bird disdain'd me in its pride . And I was left below , but now no more Plunged in the doleful realms of death and night ; Up with the skylark's lay My soul had winged its way To the supernal Source of life and light ...
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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...