The Isle of Palms, and Other PoemsJ. Ballantyne, 1812 - 405 Seiten |
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amid beauteous beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss bower breast breath bright bright bands calm cataract chear child clouds dance dear deep delight doth dreams e'er earth embued face fair fairy fears feel fill'd floating flowers gaze gentle glad gleam glide gloom glory grave green grief haply happy hath heart Heaven heavenly holy hour hush'd hymn infant innocence Isle ISLE OF PALMS Lake light lisp living lonely look'd loveliness melting mirth Moon mountain murmuring Naiad Nature Nature's ne'er night o'er peace pensive playful pride quiet radiant rapture rest ROBERT SYM round sail scene seem'd shade shades inherit Ship sighs silent silent trade sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitude song SONNET soul sound spirit spring star sweet tears thee thine thou thought trance unto vale vision voice WASTWATER wave ween wild Windermere
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Seite 380 - A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow : Long had I watched the glory moving on O'er the still radiance of the Lake below. Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow .' Even in its very motion there was rest : While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous West.
Seite 271 - Thou smil'st as if thy soul were soaring To heaven, and heaven's God adoring! And who can tell what visions high May bless an infant's sleeping eye! What brighter throne can brightness find To reign on than an infant's mind, Ere sin destroy or error dim The glory of the seraphim?
Seite 34 - Now is the ocean's bosom bare, Unbroken as the floating air ; The ship hath melted quite away, Like a struggling dream at break of day.
Seite 268 - Those wandering veins of heavenly blue That stray along thy forehead fair, Lost 'mid a gleam of golden hair? Oh ! can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent; Or art thou, what thy form would seem, The phantom of a blessed dream?
Seite 270 - This babe is mine !" In time thou wouldst become the same As their own child — all but the name ! How happy must thy parents be ,Who daily live in sight of thee ! Whose hearts no greater pleasure seek Than see thee smile and hear thee speak, And feel all natural griefs beguiled By thee, their fond, their duteous child. What joy must in their souls have...
Seite 31 - And the swallow's song in the eaves. His arms enclosed a blooming boy, Who listened with tears of sorrow and joy To the dangers his father had passed ; And his wife— by turns she wept and smiled, As she looked on the father of her child Returned to her heart at last.
Seite 392 - How beautiful is genius when combined With holiness! Oh! how divinely sweet The tones of earthly harp, whose chords are touch'd By the soft hand of Piety, and hung Upon Religion's shrine, there vibrating With solemn music in the ear of God!
Seite 254 - Can guilt or misery ever enter here ? Ah ! no; the spirit of domestic peace, Though calm and gentle as the brooding dove, And ever murmuring forth a quiet song, Guards, powerful as the sword of cherubim, The hallow'd porch. She hath a heavenly smile That sinks into the sullen soul of vice, And wins him o'er to virtue...
Seite 116 - How beautiful upon the wave The vessel sails, who comes to save ! Fitting it was that first she shone Before the wondering eyes of one, So beautiful as thou. See how before the wind she goes, Scattering the waves like melting snows ! Her course with glory fills The sea for many a league !— Descending, She stoopeth now into the vale, Now, as more freshly blows the gale, She mounts in triumph o'er the watery hills. Oh ! whither is she tending...
Seite 226 - Short here thy stay ! for souls of holiest birth Dwell but a moment with the sons of earth ; To this dim sphere by God's indulgence given, Their friends are angels, and their home is heaven. The fairest rose in shortest time decays ; The sun, when brightest, soon withdraws his rays ; The dew that gleams like diamonds on the thorn, Melts instantaneous at the breath of morn ; Too soon a rolling shade of darkness shrouds The star that smiles amid the evening clouds ; And sounds that come so sweetly...