The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 59
Page 5
... blue , That stray along thy forehead fair , Lost ' mid a gleam of golden hair ? Oh ! can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doom'd to death ; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent ; Or , art thou ...
... blue , That stray along thy forehead fair , Lost ' mid a gleam of golden hair ? Oh ! can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doom'd to death ; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent ; Or , art thou ...
Page 18
... blue throne , And nature seem'd to gladden in the ray ; When suddenly a cloud came over heaven , A black and terrible shadow , as the gloom Of the destroying angel's form ; the wind Swept past with hollow murmur ; and the birds Ceasing ...
... blue throne , And nature seem'd to gladden in the ray ; When suddenly a cloud came over heaven , A black and terrible shadow , as the gloom Of the destroying angel's form ; the wind Swept past with hollow murmur ; and the birds Ceasing ...
Page 23
... blue Italian skies ? I know not ! -only this I know , that not by me on earth , May the deep joy of song be found , untroubled in its birth ; It must be for a brighter life , for some immortal sphere , Wherein its flow shall have no ...
... blue Italian skies ? I know not ! -only this I know , that not by me on earth , May the deep joy of song be found , untroubled in its birth ; It must be for a brighter life , for some immortal sphere , Wherein its flow shall have no ...
Page 36
... blue , or so serene As then ; -no leaves look half so green As clothed the play ground tree ! All things I loved are alter'd so , Nor does it ease my heart to know That change resides in me ! Oh , for the garb that mark'd the boy- The ...
... blue , or so serene As then ; -no leaves look half so green As clothed the play ground tree ! All things I loved are alter'd so , Nor does it ease my heart to know That change resides in me ! Oh , for the garb that mark'd the boy- The ...
Page 37
... blue That wash'd my sweet meals down ; The master even ! -and that small Turk That fagg'd me ! -worse is now my work : A fag for all the town ! Oh , for the lessons learn'd by heart ! Ay , though the very birch's smart Should mark those ...
... blue That wash'd my sweet meals down ; The master even ! -and that small Turk That fagg'd me ! -worse is now my work : A fag for all the town ! Oh , for the lessons learn'd by heart ! Ay , though the very birch's smart Should mark those ...
Contents
53 | |
59 | |
85 | |
92 | |
98 | |
104 | |
111 | |
118 | |
124 | |
130 | |
136 | |
139 | |
154 | |
160 | |
168 | |
179 | |
186 | |
193 | |
261 | |
267 | |
273 | |
279 | |
282 | |
288 | |
294 | |
300 | |
306 | |
312 | |
318 | |
321 | |
327 | |
333 | |
339 | |
346 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ALARIC art thou beauty beneath billows bird blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm cheek cloud cold dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth fair fame fancy crown 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 JOHN MOULTRIE leaves life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute LYRE mirth moon morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS ne'er NELL GWYN never night o'er pale pass'd rest rose round Sappho Scottish lassie seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream summer sweet tears tempest thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought tree Twas Valentine's day voice waking eye wave weep wild wind wings young youth