Manchester Poetry: With an Introductory Essay

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C. Tilt, 1838 - English poetry - 200 pages
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Page 53 - Whilst warm Imagination paints her marvels to our view ! Earth's glory seems a tarnished crown to that which we behold When dreams enchant our sight with things, whose meanest garb is gold ! Was it a dream ? — Methought the " dauntless Harold" passed me by — The proud " FitzJames," with martial step, and dark intrepid eye ; That " Marmion's" haughty crest was there, a mourner for his sake ; And she, the bold, the beautiful sweet
Page 46 - FORGIVE and forget ! why the world would be lonely, The garden a wilderness left to deform, If the flowers but remembered the chilling winds only, And the fields gave no verdure for fear of the storm ! Oh ! still in thy loveliness, emblem the flower, Give the fragrance of feeling to sweeten life's way ; And prolong not again the brief cloud of an hour, With tears that but darken the rest of the day. Forgive...
Page 4 - Pleasure to look at, twas Music to hear. But now she is absent, I walk by its Side, And still, as it murmurs, do nothing but chide: 'Must you be so cheerful, while I go in pain? Peace there with your bubbling, and hear me complain.
Page 3 - I was so good-humour'd, so cheerful and gay, My heart was as light as a feather all day. But now I so cross and so peevish am grown, So strangely uneasy as never was known.
Page 43 - Yes, this is Love ; the steadfast and the true ; The immortal glory which hath never set ; The best, the brightest boon the heart e'er knew ; Of all Life's sweets, the very sweetest yet...
Page 156 - Word. And Youth came in his blush of health, And in a moment fell ; And Avarice, grasping still at wealth, Was rolled into hell ; And Age stood trembling at the pass, And would have turned again ; But Time said, " No, 'tis never so, Thou canst not here remain." The bride came in her wedding robe — But that did nought avail ; Her ruby lips went cold and blue, Her rosy cheek turn'd pale ! And some were hurried from the ball, And some came from the play ; And some were eating to the last, And some...
Page 21 - I would not be A leaf on yonder aspen tree ; In every fickle breeze to play, Wildly, weakly, idly, gay, — So feebly framed, so lightly hung, By the wing of an insect stirred and swung ; Thrilling...
Page 43 - LOVE? — I will tell thee what it is to love ! It is to build with human thoughts a shrine, Where Hope sits brooding like a beauteous dove ; Where Time seems young, and Life a thing divine.
Page 31 - Nor banner blazed, nor courser's tramp With war-cries proudly blended. He stood alone, whom fortune high So lately seemed to deify ; He who with heaven contended Fled like a fugitive and slave! Behind, the foe ; before, the wave.
Page 21 - By a daisy, whose leaves spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.

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