PoemsN. Biggs, 1797 - 218 páginas |
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Amid anguish behold beneath billows bless bosom Botany Bay bowl breast breath breeze brow calm chearful cheek cold Dæmon Darius dark dead Death deep delight didst Donica Eberhard faint fair fear feel Fleance gale gaz'd gaze groan grove hallowed happiness haunts hear heart heave Heaven hour Humphrey JOSEPH COTTLE lingering little babe lonely loud lute Maid Mary midnight Monarch morning musing night Numps o'er pale peace PENATES plain pleasant POEMS poor praise rest roam roar ROBERT SOUTHEY round rude Rudiger S. T. COLERIDGE Sappho Satraps scene shade shore sigh silent Slave sleep smile solitude song SONNET sorrow soul sound stept strain stream Sunday's best tear tempest tempest-tost thee thine Thomas Heywood thou thought thro throng toil Traveller vale victor song wandering wave weary weep wild wind wretched wretchedness youth Zorobabel
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Página 216 - Where my tired mind might rest, and call it home. There is a magic in that little word : It is a mystic circle that surrounds Comforts and virtues never known beyond The hallowed limit.
Página 163 - For this wind might awaken the dead." "-I'll wager a dinner," the other one cried, " That Mary would venture there now." " Then wager and lose," with a sneer he replied, " I'll warrant she'd fancy a ghost by her side, And faint if she saw a white cow.
Página 55 - THOUGH now no more the musing ear Delights to listen to the breeze, That lingers o'er the green-wood shade, I love thee, Winter! well.
Página 82 - COLD was the night wind ; drifting fast the snows fell ; Wide were the downs, and shelterless and naked ; When a poor wanderer struggled on her journey, Weary and way-sore. Drear were the downs, more dreary her reflections ; Cold was the night wind, colder was her bosom : She had no home, the world was all before her, She had no shelter. Fast o'er the heath a chariot rattled by her :
Página 216 - When I have gazed From some high eminence on goodly vales And cots and villages embowered below, The thought would rise that all to me was strange Amid the scene so fair, nor one small spot Where my tired mind might rest and call it home.
Página 166 - Behind a wide column, half breathless with fear, She crept to conceal herself there : That instant the moon o'er a dark cloud shone clear, And she saw in the moonlight two ruffians appear, And between them a corpse did they bear.
Página 55 - In deep tranquillity. Not undelightful now to roam The wild heath sparkling on the sight ; Not undelightful now to pace The forest's ample rounds, And see the spangled branches shine, And mark the moss of many a hue That varies the old tree's brown bark, Or o'er the gray stone spreads.
Página 162 - As she welcomed them in with a smile ; Her heart was a stranger to childish affright, And Mary would walk by the Abbey at night, When the wind whistled down the dark aisle.
Página 82 - I had a home once — I had once a husband — I am a widow, poor and broken-hearted!
Página 165 - O'er the path so well known still proceeded the maid, Where the Abbey rose dim on the sight ; Through the gateway she entered, she...