Miscellaneous Poems: Dedicated to Lord ColchesterG. Barclay, 1849 - 61 Seiten |
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aerial bands Almack's Alonzo anguish ARABELLA STUART Arabella's bade beauty Beauty's beneath bids bless blest bliss bosom breast bride bright brow calm charms cheek confest cries crowd dark death despair doom'd dream e'en e'er earth earthly ev'ry evil hour eyes fain fair faithful Fashion's fate fear feeling fev'rish fix'd flame flow'r fond gaze gentle Geoports giv'n glance gloom goddess grace grief hapless haste hate heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour Hymen James till joys light ling'ring lov'd Love's maid mark'd mortal mournful ne'er neath night o'er once opprest pain pangs Percy's poison'd pray'r pride proud youth rous'd royal scarce scene scorn secret seek seem'd Seymour Shrewsbury's sigh smile soon soothe sorrows soul strives Suffolk sway tears tender thee thine thou thought thro throne tow'rds trembling triumph turn'd twas twill vainly Venus wand'ring weep Whilst widow'd with'ring wsze youth
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Seite 68 - Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh ! leave the light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between...
Seite 3 - twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too— the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,— Oh, misery ! must I lose that too ? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Seite 39 - AZIM is dead! " Oh Grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ; — Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad days its master-chord was broken...
Seite 23 - my hourly fears, My dreams, have boded all too right — We part — for ever part — to-night ! — I knew, I knew it could not last — 'Twas bright, 'twas heavenly, but 'tis past ! Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never...
Seite 1 - ... same. Yet was I calm : I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime — We met, — and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there : One only feeling couldst thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair. Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake : Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ? My foolish heart be still, or break.
Seite 40 - Ye who have mourned o'er life's departing breath, And view'd the sad and solemn scene of death, Whilst hanging still o'er him whose soul is fled, Have ye not felt the awful silent dread, Which strikes the soul as we in vain deplore His loss, whose presence ne'er can cheer us more! Those eyes are closed, whose fond approving glance Could once the bliss of each gay joy enhance...
Seite 86 - ... thee! and compel Thyself to be thy proper Hell.' And on thy head I pour the vial Which doth devote thee to this trial; Nor to slumber, nor to die, Shall be in thy destiny; Though thy death shall still seem near To thy wish, but as a fear; Lo! the spell now works around thee, And the clankless chain hath bound thee; O'er thy heart and brain together Hath the word been pass'd—now wither!
Seite 110 - twas there she wept in vain, Till memory fled her agonizing brain ; — But Mercy gave, to charm the sense of woe, Ideal peace, that Truth could ne'er bestow; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam, And aimless HOPE delights her darkest dream. Oft when yon moon has...
Seite 58 - Love various minds does variously inspire : He stirs in gentle natures gentle fire, Like that of incense on the altar laid ; But raging flames tempestuous souls invade : A fire which every windy passion blows ; With pride it mounts, and with revenge it glows.
Seite 42 - Those lips are seal'd—where truth for ever reign'd. Where wisdom dwelt, and piety unfeign'd! * * * * Such was the father whom we now bewail, But what can tears or poignant grief avail ? Can they recall him to this earth again ? False...