The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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Abra amidst ANTISTROPHE arms battle beauty beneath bless'd bliss blood bosom breath bright brow charm child Circassia clime dark dear death deep delight dread dream dress'd e'en earth ECLOGUE Eirin fair fairy Fancy fate father Fcap fear fire flowers Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING gilt edges grace green grief grove hail hand hast hath hear heard heart Heav'n Hope hour Indian isle John Gilbert Julius Cæsar land life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre maid Margaret of Anjou morn mountain mourn murmurs Muse native Nature's night numbers Nymph o'er ODIN peace pensive Petrarch Pindar plains pleasure rapture reign rocks round sacred scene shade shore sigh smile song sorrow soul spirit storm sung swain sweet sword tears thee thou thought thunder trembling triumph Truth Twas vale wave weep wild winds woods youth
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الصفحة 138 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
الصفحة 77 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
الصفحة 210 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
الصفحة 140 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
الصفحة 76 - Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
الصفحة 211 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
الصفحة 141 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
الصفحة 182 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
الصفحة 179 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
الصفحة 82 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?