The Poetical Melange, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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G. A. Douglas, 1828 - English poetry
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Contents

The Voice of Departed Friendship Professor Wilson
25
On the burial of Sir John Moore Wolfe 213
31
Though the heart that sorrow chideth 65
39
Tis liberty alone that gives the flower 216
45
Uncertainty of Life Anon 253
47
The Flight of Faith Moore 100
52
Take one example to our purpose quite
56
The Grave of Napoleon Hulbert
66
The dove let loose in eastern skies
67
A Field Flower Montgomery
71
wish I was where Anna lies 183
80
The lark has sung his carol in the sky
90
Virtue Herbert
92
A Fragment Byron
94
The path of sorrow and that path alone
97
Smile through thy Tears Thomas Lyle 205
100
Answer Anon
106
Italy Anon
117
From the climes of the sun all warworn and weary
122
Behold a meeting scene
124
The Home Fever A B P 0
132
A Fragment Coleridge
134
It is not the tear Moore
142
A Funeral Hymn Bishop Heber
157
By others blest with genius rays
169
The Minstrel Boy Moore
170
On the Death of a Clergyman Anon
176
A ruined Female Pollok 36
183
Sonnet H G B
185
The last Minstrel Sir W Scott 40
187
Sonnet the Cottagers Child Alastor 253
193
Bashfulness Cowper 244
197
The Mothers Lament Barton 130
200
God speed thee Eustace DArgencourt be brave c
203
Man like a flower at morn appears 253
207
Night is the time for rest 17
213
The sun parts faintly from the wave 62
225
Complaint of Solitude H K White 82
226
What is Life? Clare
230
The Orphan Boy Thelwall
234
Child of the dust I heard thee mourn 83
240
Lines addressed to a Lady written after
252
Page
ix
Lochiels Warning Campbell
4
What is Time? Rev J Marsden 10
10
A Comparison Anon 205
11
Love to Parents iVoe 49
15
O thou whose beams the seagirt earth array 196
19
Decisive charge at Waterloo Sir W Scott 23
23
The Pains of Sleep Coleridge no
28
The way was long the wind was cold 40
40
Music Alton 224
43
Written in the prospect of Death H K White 78
78
Dissension from Calumny Coleridge 223
82
When to their airy halls my fathers voice 94
94
The Cloud Shelley 173
98
Herods Lament for Mariamne Byron 122
122
The Tearless Eye Anon 168
123
The Dead written in a Churchyard V D 171
130
On the Death of King George III Dunette 132
132
Night Song Anon 173
143
On the Death of the Authors Son John Scotl Esq 218
147
The Wake J Malcolm Esq 162
151
Regard for Home Goldsmith 156
156
The Warriors Dirge J Malcolm Esq 212
158
Remorse Anon 189
174
The World passes away Moore 106
183
The Birth of Jesus J B 232
186
Ode Mrs Hunter
195
Oh Banquet not Moore 102
201
The Martyr Anon 206
206
The Death of Marmion Sir IF Scott 229
229
To Anon 175
250
To the Memory of a young Lady MComh 107
4
The Duellist an Elegy Gutarne 9
9
On leaving Newstead Abbey Byron 13
13
Character of Woman Barbuuld 26
26
They lighted a taper at dead of night 33
33
llohcnlinden Campbell 41
41
Within this awful volume lies 49
49
Hope at Death Campbell 50
50
You remember Ellen Moore 53
53
On the approach of Death 11 K While 55
55
Heres a health to thee Mary 59
59
This is my natal day to me the thought 74
64
Of all my race there breathes not one 71
71
The Dying Soldier A B P 121
79
Victory in Death Kelly 96
84
How beautiful this night the balmiest sigh 92
92
How calm is the stillness of night 156
100
On Melrose Abbey Sir W Scott 121
121
The Highlander Bev W Gillespie 122
122
Cnmnor Hall Author Uncertain 1
126
The Minstrel H Allan 131
131
The Ilopetoun Monument Bev Dr Martin 236
137
ic the
140
Despair Croly 75
147
pausedthen turning back the heavy bolt 160
160
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The Mariners Dream Dimond 189
189
Dunoon Thomas Lyle 192
193
Written under bodily Affliction Anon 203
203
Elegiac Stanzas Anon 231
229
Elegiac Stanzas Byron 156
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Page 133 - 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 26 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 87 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Page 224 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.
Page 87 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Page 39 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
Page 172 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Page 39 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 64 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ; Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Page 24 - THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...

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