The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of Standard and Fugitive Poetry, Including a Few Translations Hitherto UnpublishedJohn Anderson, 1822 - 388 Seiten |
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... Moon , Companion of my bed ! I would invoke Thy influence : now from Ocean's trembling verge Lift thy full orb , that , reddening thro ' the woods , Gleams like a sanguine shield ; till slow it climbs , And lessens as it climbs ; and ...
... Moon , Companion of my bed ! I would invoke Thy influence : now from Ocean's trembling verge Lift thy full orb , that , reddening thro ' the woods , Gleams like a sanguine shield ; till slow it climbs , And lessens as it climbs ; and ...
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... moon , slowly rising behind the tall trees , Her silver globe seem'd to suspend from the pine- ' Twas the calm lamp of silence - the leaves felt no breeze ; And the world at that moment seem'd form'd but to shine . All sooth'd and ...
... moon , slowly rising behind the tall trees , Her silver globe seem'd to suspend from the pine- ' Twas the calm lamp of silence - the leaves felt no breeze ; And the world at that moment seem'd form'd but to shine . All sooth'd and ...
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... moon on midnight's breast , On these wild rocks the tide - worn barks are driven , And mangled forms sweep o'er the watery waste . Angels of peace ! at this tremendous hour , When louder still the swelling waters rave , From worlds more ...
... moon on midnight's breast , On these wild rocks the tide - worn barks are driven , And mangled forms sweep o'er the watery waste . Angels of peace ! at this tremendous hour , When louder still the swelling waters rave , From worlds more ...
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... moon illume the battlement Of yonder ruin'd Castle ivy - crown'd , And nodding o'er the land . Ah ! Time hath rent Its dark - grey walls ; and , mould'ring on the ground , Its antique columns lie . The pensive mind Sighs o'er its fallen ...
... moon illume the battlement Of yonder ruin'd Castle ivy - crown'd , And nodding o'er the land . Ah ! Time hath rent Its dark - grey walls ; and , mould'ring on the ground , Its antique columns lie . The pensive mind Sighs o'er its fallen ...
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... MOON . REV . J. H. POTT . O FAIREST Orb of heav'nly light , That lead'st the starry train of night , Calm Silence smooths thy tranquil way , And pensive Sorrow loves thy ray . When you your silver beams deny , All baleful spirits fill ...
... MOON . REV . J. H. POTT . O FAIREST Orb of heav'nly light , That lead'st the starry train of night , Calm Silence smooths thy tranquil way , And pensive Sorrow loves thy ray . When you your silver beams deny , All baleful spirits fill ...
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The Poetical Commonplace Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of ... C. W. C. Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2009 |
The Poetical Commonplace Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of ... C. W. C. Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2009 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admiring bands ANONYMOUS art thou beam beauty beneath billows black crows blast blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright charm cheek cherub clouds cold dark dark wave dead dear death delight dream earth ev'ning ev'ry fair fate Fingal flowers fond Gelert gleam gloom glory glow grave green grief grove hail hast hath hear heart Heav'n HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour kiss of Morn light lips lonely LORD BYRON lov'd lyre maid moon morn mountain mourn Muse ne'er night o'er pale rapture rill rose round scene seem'd shade sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound star Star of Bethlehem storm strain stream summer sweet swell tear tell tempest thee thine thou thought tomb tree trembling Twas vale voice wake wander wave weep wild wind wing woods youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 53 - 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.
Seite 187 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 270 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Seite 247 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Seite 235 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out...
Seite 304 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Seite 189 - If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of Death...
Seite 229 - Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
Seite 85 - Erin, my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But, alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
Seite 4 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.