The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 2Alaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Chance, and Company, 1829 |
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... hath made ! Or , dainned to fame , like Babylon to scowl O'er wastes where serpents hiss , hyænas howl . Forge then the links of martial law , that bind , Enslave , imbrute , and mechanise the mind ; Indite thy conscript code with iron ...
... hath made ! Or , dainned to fame , like Babylon to scowl O'er wastes where serpents hiss , hyænas howl . Forge then the links of martial law , that bind , Enslave , imbrute , and mechanise the mind ; Indite thy conscript code with iron ...
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... hath done , Than whole campaigns beneath a southern sun . Spoiled Child of Fortune ! could the murdered Turk , Or wronged Iberian view thy ghastly work , They'd sheathe the ' vengeful blade , and clearly see France needs no deadlier ...
... hath done , Than whole campaigns beneath a southern sun . Spoiled Child of Fortune ! could the murdered Turk , Or wronged Iberian view thy ghastly work , They'd sheathe the ' vengeful blade , and clearly see France needs no deadlier ...
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... hath conquered fear ! Canst thou be brave ? whose dying prospects show A scene of all that's horrible in woe ! On whose ambition , long by carnage nursed , Death stamps the greatest change - the last , the worst ! Death ! -to thy view ...
... hath conquered fear ! Canst thou be brave ? whose dying prospects show A scene of all that's horrible in woe ! On whose ambition , long by carnage nursed , Death stamps the greatest change - the last , the worst ! Death ! -to thy view ...
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... hath understood That nothing can be great that is not good . And when remorse , for blood in torrents spilt , Shall sting - to madness - conscious , sleepless guilt , May deep contrition this black hope repel , — Snatch me , thou future ...
... hath understood That nothing can be great that is not good . And when remorse , for blood in torrents spilt , Shall sting - to madness - conscious , sleepless guilt , May deep contrition this black hope repel , — Snatch me , thou future ...
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... Hath seared my trusting heart since then ! What clouds of blight , consuming slow The springs that life sustain , — Have o'er my world - vexed spirit past , Sweet Kirkstall , since I saw thee last ! How bright is every scene beheld In ...
... Hath seared my trusting heart since then ! What clouds of blight , consuming slow The springs that life sustain , — Have o'er my world - vexed spirit past , Sweet Kirkstall , since I saw thee last ! How bright is every scene beheld In ...
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Page 223 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Page 221 - Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Page 89 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Page 208 - 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 202 - 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 child-like form.
Page 221 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 155 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...
Page 203 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young, faithful heart.
Page 156 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men. Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again: Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.
Page 84 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...