The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... half impedes his glorious way ; And mounting up the radiant sky , E'en what he is , the king of day ! Before the regent of the skies - Men shrink , and veil their dazzled eyes ; But thou , in regal majesty , Hast kingly rank as well as ...
... half impedes his glorious way ; And mounting up the radiant sky , E'en what he is , the king of day ! Before the regent of the skies - Men shrink , and veil their dazzled eyes ; But thou , in regal majesty , Hast kingly rank as well as ...
Page 59
... the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck , if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him .. But half of our heavy task was done , When 59.
... the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck , if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him .. But half of our heavy task was done , When 59.
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Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock told the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid him down , From ...
Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century Lyre. But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock told the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun Of the enemy sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid him down , From ...
Page 63
... half the tenderness That bless'd her fairer child ; I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek , While fondled on her knee ; I've turn'd away to hide my tears , — There was no kiss for me ! And yet I strove to please , with all My THE WAR OF ...
... half the tenderness That bless'd her fairer child ; I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek , While fondled on her knee ; I've turn'd away to hide my tears , — There was no kiss for me ! And yet I strove to please , with all My THE WAR OF ...
Page 76
... half song , half sigh . A tale of feminine fond love , The tender and the tried , The heart's sweet faith , which looks above , Long after hope has died . Even as the Spring comes to the rose , And 76 TO THE AUTHOR OF ROSALIE .
... half song , half sigh . A tale of feminine fond love , The tender and the tried , The heart's sweet faith , which looks above , Long after hope has died . Even as the Spring comes to the rose , And 76 TO THE AUTHOR OF ROSALIE .
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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