The Poetical Sketch-book: Including a Third Edition of AustraliaBull, 1829 - 286 pages |
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... pure white Whose silver skirts yon azure sky , · Her form is like a form of light , - But all the woman dims her eye With tears that dare to look to heaven , And griefs that mount - and are forgiven ! Deep in her warm and holy heart ...
... pure white Whose silver skirts yon azure sky , · Her form is like a form of light , - But all the woman dims her eye With tears that dare to look to heaven , And griefs that mount - and are forgiven ! Deep in her warm and holy heart ...
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... Pure as that bright and angel form , * That stood beside the troubled stream , And gathered healing - from its storm ! Thy love when all was strife around , Like music , sung my soul to rest , And thou hast fondly sought - and found A ...
... Pure as that bright and angel form , * That stood beside the troubled stream , And gathered healing - from its storm ! Thy love when all was strife around , Like music , sung my soul to rest , And thou hast fondly sought - and found A ...
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... love a star , The brightest where a thousand are , Sadly and silently , — With love unstained by hopes or fears , Too deep for words - too pure for tears ! 34 ACROSS THE WAVES AWAY AND PAR . My heart C 5 Across the waves-away and far ·
... love a star , The brightest where a thousand are , Sadly and silently , — With love unstained by hopes or fears , Too deep for words - too pure for tears ! 34 ACROSS THE WAVES AWAY AND PAR . My heart C 5 Across the waves-away and far ·
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... Sweets born in climes more pure and high , And pointing , with its lofty crest , Beyond the starry sky , - Where a new Jordan's waves shall gem A statelier Jerusalem ! DRY UP THY TEARS , LOVE ! DRY up thy 42 MOUNT CARMEL .
... Sweets born in climes more pure and high , And pointing , with its lofty crest , Beyond the starry sky , - Where a new Jordan's waves shall gem A statelier Jerusalem ! DRY UP THY TEARS , LOVE ! DRY up thy 42 MOUNT CARMEL .
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... shall save From passing time's o'erwhelming wave , To tell that I have been , And give me to a future age , — Be written on as pure a page ! ENEAS AND DIDO . He comes he comes through storm WRITTEN IN A SKETCH - BOOK . 53.
... shall save From passing time's o'erwhelming wave , To tell that I have been , And give me to a future age , — Be written on as pure a page ! ENEAS AND DIDO . He comes he comes through storm WRITTEN IN A SKETCH - BOOK . 53.
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Adieu amid Australasia Australia Away-away beam beauty beneath billows bird Botany Bay bowers breath breeze bright brighter brow Captain Cook cheek clouds Cyclades dark dream echo echo songs Eucalyptus faded fancy fancy's feeling fling flowers gale gaze gladness gleam glide gloom glow gone grave hallowed HAREBELLS harp haunt heaven holy hopes HORACE VERNET islands isles land life's light Line Line 11 linger lonely looks lyre men like gods Methinks mingle moon moonlight murmurs native never night Note o'er thee o'er thy Peyrouse Port Jackson round shadows shine shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smiles song sorrow soul Spice Islands spirit spring stars steal storms sunny sweet tears tempest thine eye thou art thou hast thou wert thoughts thy dreams thy heart tideless sea tomb truth vale vision wanders waste waters waves weep wild wings withered young youth
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Page 138 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 69 - Time which antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor monuments.
Page 9 - Who, as she smiles in the silvery light, Spreading her wings on the bosom of night, Alone on the deep, as the moon in the sky, A phantom of beauty, could deem, with a sigh, That so lovely a...
Page 8 - O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on ; Full to the breeze she unbosoms her sail, And her pennon streams onward, like hope, in the gale ; The winds come around her, in murmur and song, And the surges rejoice as they bear her along : See ! she looks up to the golden-edged clouds, And the sailor sings gaily aloft in the shrouds...
Page 9 - Night on the waves ! — and the moon is on high, Hung, like a gem, on the brow of the sky ; Treading its depths, in the power of her might. And turning the clouds, as they pass her, to light Look to the waters, — asleep on their breast, Seems not the ship like an island of rest ? Bright and alone on the shadowy main, Like a heart-cherished home on some desolate plain...
Page 264 - O'er the slumbering tides, In the calm moonlight! The star of the north Shows her golden eye, — But a brighter looks forth From yon lattice, on high ! Her taper is out, And the silver beam Floats the maiden about, Like a beautiful dream ! And the beat of her heart Makes her tremble all o'er, — And she lists, with a start, To the dash of the oar...
Page 10 - A phantom of beauty! could deem, with a sigh, That so lovely a thing is the mansion of sin, And souls that are smitten lie bursting within. Who — as he watches her silently gliding, — Remembers that wave after wave is dividing Bosoms that sorrow and guilt could not sever, Hearts that are parted and broken for ever ! Or deems that he watches afloat on the wave, The death-bed of hope, or the young spirit's grave...
Page 10 - With streamers afloat, and with canvass unfurled ; All gladness and glory, to wandering eyes, Yet chartered by sorrow, and freighted with sighs : Fading and false is the aspect it wears, As the smiles we put on, just to cover our tears ; And the withering thoughts that the world cannot know, Like heart-broken exiles, lie burning below ; Whilst the vessel drives on to that desolate shore, Where the dreams of our childhood are vanished and o'er.
Page 87 - ... an eye as bright Is dimmed, a heart as true is broken, And turn thee from thy land of light To waste on these some little token. But do not weep : I could not bear To stain thy cheek with sorrow's trace ; I would not draw one single tear, For worlds, down that beloved face. As soon would I, if power were given, Pluck out the bow from yonder sky, And free the prisoned floods of heaven, As call one teardrop to thine eye.
Page 1 - Valley" will not bear a comparison with the " Hall of Eblis." BRIDE OF ABYDOS, A TURKISH TALE. " Hart we never loved so kindly, " Had we never loved so blindly, " Never met or never parted, " We had ne'er been broken-hearted.