Gift of Sentiment: A Souvenir for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 288 páginas |
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... proudly stoops to the crested wave , While round go the cheerings three . Her prow swells up from the yeasty deep , Where it plunged in foam and spray : . And the glad waves , gathering round her , sweep And buoy her in their play ...
... proudly stoops to the crested wave , While round go the cheerings three . Her prow swells up from the yeasty deep , Where it plunged in foam and spray : . And the glad waves , gathering round her , sweep And buoy her in their play ...
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... proud mien ; Each ray of beauty caught and mingled in the scene . Art , unobtrusive , there ennobles form ; Each pure chaste outline exquisitely flows ; There , e'en the steed , with bold expression warm , Is clothed with majesty , with ...
... proud mien ; Each ray of beauty caught and mingled in the scene . Art , unobtrusive , there ennobles form ; Each pure chaste outline exquisitely flows ; There , e'en the steed , with bold expression warm , Is clothed with majesty , with ...
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... proud and the colossal left By the corrosive hours , to fate and me ? " Not all , " the echoes answer me , 66 not all , Prophetic sounds , and loud , arise for ever From us , and from all ruin , to the wise , As melody from Memnon to ...
... proud and the colossal left By the corrosive hours , to fate and me ? " Not all , " the echoes answer me , 66 not all , Prophetic sounds , and loud , arise for ever From us , and from all ruin , to the wise , As melody from Memnon to ...
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... proudly tempt Thy searchless waste ! -- What half - taught fortitude Can balance unperturbed above the clefts Of yawning and unfathomable ice That moat thee round ; or wind the giddy ledge Of thy sheer granite ! Hath he won his way ...
... proudly tempt Thy searchless waste ! -- What half - taught fortitude Can balance unperturbed above the clefts Of yawning and unfathomable ice That moat thee round ; or wind the giddy ledge Of thy sheer granite ! Hath he won his way ...
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... proud slumber carved Of warriors on their tombs . - The people kneel Where mail - clad chiefs have knelt ; where jewelled crowns On the flushed brows of conquerors have been set : Where the high anthems of old victories Have made the ...
... proud slumber carved Of warriors on their tombs . - The people kneel Where mail - clad chiefs have knelt ; where jewelled crowns On the flushed brows of conquerors have been set : Where the high anthems of old victories Have made the ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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.