Poetic gems: partly original; but chiefly selected from the best authors: by S. BlackburnG. Dennis, 1833 - 240 Seiten |
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Samuel BLACKBURN. But finer days are coming yet , With scenes more sweet to charm ; And suns arrive that rise and set Bright strangers to a storm : Then , as the birds with louder song Each morning's glory cheer , With bolder step she ...
Samuel BLACKBURN. But finer days are coming yet , With scenes more sweet to charm ; And suns arrive that rise and set Bright strangers to a storm : Then , as the birds with louder song Each morning's glory cheer , With bolder step she ...
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... charm for my relief , Shall steep me in Elysian reverie , A momentary dream , that thou art she . My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son ...
... charm for my relief , Shall steep me in Elysian reverie , A momentary dream , that thou art she . My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son ...
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... charm as Religion has lent ; ' And the cheek of a belle never glow'd ' With a smile like the smile of content . ' Time's hand , and the pestilence - rage , ' No hue , no complexion can brave : ' For Beauty must yield to old - age ...
... charm as Religion has lent ; ' And the cheek of a belle never glow'd ' With a smile like the smile of content . ' Time's hand , and the pestilence - rage , ' No hue , no complexion can brave : ' For Beauty must yield to old - age ...
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... charm , that most endears , Without your softening hues . When these with his refulgent rays Harmoniously unite , Who on your splendid pomp can gaze , Nor feel a hush'd delight ? ' Tis then , if to the raptur'd eye Her 78 To the Clouds ...
... charm , that most endears , Without your softening hues . When these with his refulgent rays Harmoniously unite , Who on your splendid pomp can gaze , Nor feel a hush'd delight ? ' Tis then , if to the raptur'd eye Her 78 To the Clouds ...
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... charm the ling'ring hours . Night reigns , in silence , o'er the pole , And spreads her gems unheard : Her lessons penetrate the soul , Yet borrow not a word . Noiseless the sun emits his fire , And pours his golden streams ; And ...
... charm the ling'ring hours . Night reigns , in silence , o'er the pole , And spreads her gems unheard : Her lessons penetrate the soul , Yet borrow not a word . Noiseless the sun emits his fire , And pours his golden streams ; And ...
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Poetic Gems: Partly Original; But Chiefly Selected from the Best Authors: By ... Samuel Blackburn Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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age to age Anon art thou beauty beneath blessed bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Cambyses charm cheerful child clouds COLCHESTER cold cried crimson-tipped dark dead dear death delight dread E'en earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaz'd Gelert glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour hush'd kiss kiss of love learned friend life's light lonely look look'd lov'd lyre morning mother mountain Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd paths of glory peace pleasure poor rill rock round scene seem'd seraph shade shadows roll shine sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell tempest Thebes thee thine thou thought to-morrow tomb tree truth Twas Twill voice wandering wild wind wings young youth
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Seite 108 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and...
Seite 72 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Seite 233 - The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Seite 111 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 142 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Seite 236 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Seite 234 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of, Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
Seite 145 - MUMMY (AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION) Horace Smith And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago. When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Seite 110 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Seite 109 - The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton, here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...