Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore, Scott [and Others] : with Many Fugitive Pieces of Distinguished MeritWightman and Cramp, 1826 - 392 pages |
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... Death ? " - who , that ever listened to the spirit - stirring note of thy battle - song , felt not a thousand hearts throb within his bosom , with the pulse of valour and of patriotisın ? And Thou , who sportest in the garden of delight ...
... Death ? " - who , that ever listened to the spirit - stirring note of thy battle - song , felt not a thousand hearts throb within his bosom , with the pulse of valour and of patriotisın ? And Thou , who sportest in the garden of delight ...
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... death shall be swallowed up in victory . We must next speak of Crabbe , who , with reference to the boldness - the startling boldness , and breadth- with which he sketches the wilder and darker features of our nature , may be termed the ...
... death shall be swallowed up in victory . We must next speak of Crabbe , who , with reference to the boldness - the startling boldness , and breadth- with which he sketches the wilder and darker features of our nature , may be termed the ...
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... death . It is with no tame feelings of exultation that we now turn our attention to the female talent of our own age and country . - A new era has dawned upon us — a bright era of female cultivation - of female excellence . The time has ...
... death . It is with no tame feelings of exultation that we now turn our attention to the female talent of our own age and country . - A new era has dawned upon us — a bright era of female cultivation - of female excellence . The time has ...
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... Miss Temple Harral 8138 Crabbe Lord Byron Coleridge Gifford Gifford Lord Byron Anonymous Crabbe Roscoe Lord Byron Moore .. ... Harral Downey ..... 20 24 26 27 30 33 37 2 22 27 35 . Portrait of Death Autumn ........ The Kitten Poor Susan ...
... Miss Temple Harral 8138 Crabbe Lord Byron Coleridge Gifford Gifford Lord Byron Anonymous Crabbe Roscoe Lord Byron Moore .. ... Harral Downey ..... 20 24 26 27 30 33 37 2 22 27 35 . Portrait of Death Autumn ........ The Kitten Poor Susan ...
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... Death Autumn ........ The Kitten Poor Susan The Common Lot On the Death of the Princess Char- lotte Constancy A Scene of Misery , occasioned by Guilt An Unfortunate Mother to her In- fant at the Breast Inscription for a Monument at Sil ...
... Death Autumn ........ The Kitten Poor Susan The Common Lot On the Death of the Princess Char- lotte Constancy A Scene of Misery , occasioned by Guilt An Unfortunate Mother to her In- fant at the Breast Inscription for a Monument at Sil ...
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Page 250 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell's!
Page 125 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Page 26 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 208 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Page 312 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
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Page 169 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Page 178 - And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Page 124 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Page 127 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.