The Poetical Works of Barry Cornwall [pseud.], Volume 1

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H. Colburn, 1822
 

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Página 76 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Página 2 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Página 96 - I have heard, That guilty creatures sitting at a play Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Página 196 - O' the season comes in turn to bloom and perish. Hut first of all the violet, with an eye Blue as the midnight heavens, the frail snow-drop, Born of the breath of winter, and on his brow Fixed like a pale and solitary star : The languid hyacinth, and wild primrose.
Página 207 - Gone from her cheek is the summer bloom, And her lip has lost all its faint perfume ; And the gloss has dropp'd from her golden hair, And her cheek is pale, — but no longer fair. And the spirit that sate on her soft blue eye, Is struck with cold mortality ; And the smile that play'd round her lip has fled, And every, charm has now left the dead.
Página 180 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope...
Página 213 - But he is gone That struck the sparkling stream from Helicon ; And never hath one risen in his place, Stamped with the features of that mighty race. Yet wherefore grieve I — seeing how easily The plumed spirit may its journey take Through yon blue regions of the middle air ; And note all things below that own a grace, Mountain, and cataract, and silent lake, And wander in the fields of poesy, Where avarice never comes, and seldom care.
Página 151 - J.ov'd you and kept your name against his heart (111 boding amulet) till death. Sylv. Alas ! Jeron. And now I come to bring your wandering thoughts Back to their innocent home. Thus, as 'tis said, Do spirits quit their leaden urns, to tempt Wretches from sin. Some have been seen o...
Página 179 - O'er flashing torrents, when the piny boughs Shook their dark locks, and plained in mournful tonesMysterious to the barren wilderness ; And still in solitary spots my soul Resumes its youth. — Think not that this is all An idle folly ; he who can draw a joy From rocks, or woods, or weeds, or things that seem All mute, and does it — is wise.
Página 19 - The volume contains nine dialogues in blank verse, to three of which we «hall confine ourselves — Ludovico Sforza, The Way to Conquer, and the Broken Heart. The first is founded partly on a fact in Italian history. Ludovico Sforza was the uncle of the young Duke of Milan, and was present at his marriage with Isabella, grand-daughter of the king of Naples. Sforza was much struck with the beauty of Isabella, and it was supposed that he caused his nephew Oaleazzo to be poisoned.

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