The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth CenturyTilt and Bogue, 1841 - 344 pages |
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... youth is o'er ; And I , as once I felt and dreamed , must feel and dream no more ; Though the world , with all its frosts and storms , has chilled my soul at last , And genius , with the foodful looks of youthful friend- ship past ...
... youth is o'er ; And I , as once I felt and dreamed , must feel and dream no more ; Though the world , with all its frosts and storms , has chilled my soul at last , And genius , with the foodful looks of youthful friend- ship past ...
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... youths and maidens , dancing lightsomely along , I'll dream away an hour or twain , still gazing on thy form , As it flashes through the baser crowd , like lightning through a storm ; And I , perhaps , shall touch thy hand , and share ...
... youths and maidens , dancing lightsomely along , I'll dream away an hour or twain , still gazing on thy form , As it flashes through the baser crowd , like lightning through a storm ; And I , perhaps , shall touch thy hand , and share ...
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... youth , Ere hope had lost its rich romantic hues , When human bosoms seemed the homes of truth , And earth still gleamed with beauty's radiant dews . Her summer prime waned not to days that freeze , Her wine of life was not run to the ...
... youth , Ere hope had lost its rich romantic hues , When human bosoms seemed the homes of truth , And earth still gleamed with beauty's radiant dews . Her summer prime waned not to days that freeze , Her wine of life was not run to the ...
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... youth , of spring , is poured on every note ; And yet my full o'erburthened heart grows troubled by your power , And ye seem to press the long past years into one little hour . If I have looked on lovely scenes , that now I view no more ...
... youth , of spring , is poured on every note ; And yet my full o'erburthened heart grows troubled by your power , And ye seem to press the long past years into one little hour . If I have looked on lovely scenes , that now I view no more ...
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... youth ; Still from thy grave no shadows fall Upon my lonely truth ; A taper yet above thy tomb , Since lost its sweeter rays , And what is memory through the gloom , Was hope in brighter days ! I am pining for the home Where sorrow ...
... youth ; Still from thy grave no shadows fall Upon my lonely truth ; A taper yet above thy tomb , Since lost its sweeter rays , And what is memory through the gloom , Was hope in brighter days ! I am pining for the home Where sorrow ...
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ALARIC beam beauty Behave yoursel beneath billow bird blessed bloom blue bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow calm cheek cloud cold dark dead dear death deep dream e'en earth EAST INDIAMAN faded fair fame feel fled flowers gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green grief hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour land lassie leaves life's light lips lonely look LORD BYRON lute LYRE moon morning mountain N. P. WILLIS ne'er NELL GWYN never night o'er pale rest Rhine rose round Sappho shade shine shore SICILIAN VESPERS sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought Twas Valentine's day voice wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Page 214 - And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven. And sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
Page 164 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Page 58 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Page 193 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 257 - Guard it ! — God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour, In the breaking forth of power, In the rush of steeds and men, His right hand will shield thee then. " Take thy banner ! But, when night Closes round the ghastly fight, If the vanquished warrior bow, Spare him ! — By our holy vow, By our prayers and many tears, By the mercy that endears, Spare him ! — he our love hath shared ! Spare him ! — as thou wouldst be spared...
Page 84 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 59 - was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 276 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 158 - Thy sunken eye's unearthly light To him is welcome as the sight Of sky and stars to prisoned men; Thy grasp is welcome as the hand Of brother in a foreign land; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh To the world-seeking Genoese, When the land-wind, from woods of palm, And orange-groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas.
Page 103 - midst Italian flowers — The last of that bright band. And parted thus they rest who played Beneath the same green tree ; Whose voices mingled as they prayed Around one parent knee...