Gift of Sentiment: A Souvenir for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 288 páginas |
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... miscellany , which may be read with as much advantage as if there had been never a diversity of opinion as to the meaning of the title under which they are now published . ( 3 ) CONTENTS . ADMIRATION . The ocean ,. The Ursa Major.
... miscellany , which may be read with as much advantage as if there had been never a diversity of opinion as to the meaning of the title under which they are now published . ( 3 ) CONTENTS . ADMIRATION . The ocean ,. The Ursa Major.
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... never close thy burning eye , Nor stay thy steadfast step . But on , still on , While systems change , and suns retire , and worlds Slumber and wake , thy ceaseless march proceeds . The near horizon tempts to rest in vain . Thou ...
... never close thy burning eye , Nor stay thy steadfast step . But on , still on , While systems change , and suns retire , and worlds Slumber and wake , thy ceaseless march proceeds . The near horizon tempts to rest in vain . Thou ...
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... never quench'd , and age unknown , And death unfear'd ; while fresh and fadeless youth Glows in the light from God's near throne of love ? Open your lips , ye wonderful and fair ! Speak , speak ! the mysteries of those living worlds ...
... never quench'd , and age unknown , And death unfear'd ; while fresh and fadeless youth Glows in the light from God's near throne of love ? Open your lips , ye wonderful and fair ! Speak , speak ! the mysteries of those living worlds ...
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... never ran Through the boasting heart of man He can trace his lineage higher Than the Bourbons dare aspire- Douglas , Guzman , or the Guelph , Or O'Brien's blood itself ! He , who hath no peer , was born Here , upon a red March morn : Bu ...
... never ran Through the boasting heart of man He can trace his lineage higher Than the Bourbons dare aspire- Douglas , Guzman , or the Guelph , Or O'Brien's blood itself ! He , who hath no peer , was born Here , upon a red March morn : Bu ...
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... never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owned And put it to the foil . But you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . HERMIONE . BY BARRY ...
... never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owned And put it to the foil . But you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . HERMIONE . BY BARRY ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adore art thou BARRY CORNWALL beams beauty behold beneath birds bless bliss bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm CHARLES LAMB CHARLES SWAIN clouds dark deep delight divine dost doth dream e'en earth ELIZA COOK eternal fair fate fear feel fire flame flowers Friendship gaze glad gleam glorious glory golden grace green happy hath hear heart heaven Hermione hill honour hour JOANNA BAILLIE King of Kings Liberty light living lone look lyre morning mountains muse nature's ne'er never night o'er praise proud quiet mind rest rill rocks ROKEBY HALL round shade Shakespeare shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sweet swelling tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thy majesty toil vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings
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Página 33 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Página 102 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Página 34 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 141 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Página 179 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : " Come one, come all ! This rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Página 35 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Página 98 - As with a wedge! but when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Página 88 - My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle that still goes on, In silence, round me, — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever.
Página 101 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these Heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 102 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.