The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White: Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1829 - 497 pages |
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... Thou , all - accomplished Surrey , thou art known ; The flower of Knighthood , nipt as soon as blown ! Melting all hearts but Geraldine's alone ! And , with his beaver up , discovering there One who loved less to conquer than to spare ...
... Thou , all - accomplished Surrey , thou art known ; The flower of Knighthood , nipt as soon as blown ! Melting all hearts but Geraldine's alone ! And , with his beaver up , discovering there One who loved less to conquer than to spare ...
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... thou , presumptuous as thou art , O'er Nature play the tyrant's part , And with the hand compel the heart ? Oh rather , rather hope to bind The ocean wave , the mountain - wind ; Or fix thy foot upon the ground To stop the planet ...
... thou , presumptuous as thou art , O'er Nature play the tyrant's part , And with the hand compel the heart ? Oh rather , rather hope to bind The ocean wave , the mountain - wind ; Or fix thy foot upon the ground To stop the planet ...
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... art thou in thy place of rest ? - Though in the western world His grave , ( 90 ) That other world , the gift He gave , Would ye were sleeping side by side ! • Of all his friends He loved thee best .. • . • The supper in the chamber done ...
... art thou in thy place of rest ? - Though in the western world His grave , ( 90 ) That other world , the gift He gave , Would ye were sleeping side by side ! • Of all his friends He loved thee best .. • . • The supper in the chamber done ...
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... thou sent'st thy little son , Charged with a bunch almost as big as he , To press it on the stranger . May thy vats O'erflow , and he , thy willing gift - bearer , Live to become ere - long himself a giver ; And in due time , when thou art ...
... thou sent'st thy little son , Charged with a bunch almost as big as he , To press it on the stranger . May thy vats O'erflow , and he , thy willing gift - bearer , Live to become ere - long himself a giver ; And in due time , when thou art ...
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... thou art ! Yet I could weep - for thou art lying , alas ! Low in the dust ; and they who come , adinire thee As we admire the beautiful in death . Thine was a dangerous gift , the gift of Beauty . Would thou hadst less , or wert as once ...
... thou art ! Yet I could weep - for thou art lying , alas ! Low in the dust ; and they who come , adinire thee As we admire the beautiful in death . Thine was a dangerous gift , the gift of Beauty . Would thou hadst less , or wert as once ...
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Page 96 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 41 - The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man ! Some had expired in fight — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some!
Page 39 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer.
Page 70 - GOD is my strong salvation, What foe have I to fear ? In darkness and temptation, My light, my help is near.
Page 75 - For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: The mountain-dews shall nourish ' A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish And shake like Lebanon.
Page 4 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time; And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
Page 119 - The storm, that wrecks the winter sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose.
Page 93 - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
Page 40 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 40 - The Soldier's Dream. OUR bugles sang truce ; for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered — The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.