The British Poets, Band 9Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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Adosinda Alphonso altar amid Arian arms Asturian Athanagild Auria behold beneath bless blood breath brought called child Christ Christian church cimeter Cordoba Count Julian countenance cried cross crown death doth dreadful earth Egilona España evil exclaimed eyes faith false hermit Father Favila fear feet fell Florinda Goth grave grief hand hath head heard heart Heaven hermitage Holy Ark honor hope hour King Don Rodrigo knew look Lord Maccabee manner mercy Moor Moorish mountain night noble o'er Orpas Oviedo passed passion Pelayo penance penitence pray prayers Prince receive relics renegade replied rock Roderick round Rusilla saint shame side silent sins Siverian soul Spain spake spirit stood stream Sueves sword tears tell thee Theodofred Theudemir thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Toledo tomb vale vengeance victory voice ween Witiza
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Seite 4 - Contingencies of pomp ; and serve to exalt Her native brightness. As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees ; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene...
Seite 271 - Beneath a mightier, sterner, stress of mind. Wakeful he sits, and lonely, and unmoved, Beyond the arrows, shouts, and views of men. As oftentimes an eagle, ere the sun Throws o'er the varying earth his early ray, Stands solitary — stands immovable Upon some highest cliff, and rolls his eye, Clear, constant, unobservant, unabased, In the cold light above the dews of morn.
Seite 220 - And deemed the deep opake would blot her beams ; But, melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs In folds of wavy silver round, and clothes The orb with richer beauties than her own, Then, passing, leaves her in her light serene.
Seite 197 - Nor were the chiefs Of victory less assured, by long success Elate, and proud of that o'erwhelming strength Which, surely they believed, as it had rolled Thus far...
Seite 148 - Ripples and glances on the confluent streams. A lovelier, purer light than that of day Rests on the hills ; and oh how awfully Into that deep and tranquil firmament, The summits of Auseva rise serene ! The watchman on the battlements partakes The stillness of the solemn hour ; he feels The silence of the earth, the endless sound Of flowing water soothes him, and the stars, Which, in that brightest moonlight...
Seite 368 - ... ore, in which signification it is sometimes used by St. Ambrose and St. Austin, as well as by the old Roman, authors. But here we take it in the ecclesiastical sense for a sacred habit appropriated to bishops, priests, and deacons, in the solemnities of divine service, in which sense it appears to have been a habit distinct from that of civil and common use, by all the authorities that have been mentioned.
Seite 220 - Through all its way it hastens, 'tis received, And, losing all pollution, mingles there In the wide world of waters. So is it With the great stream of things, if all were seen ; Good the beginning, good the end shall be, And transitory evil only make The good end happier. Ages pass away, Thrones fall, and nations disappear, and worlds Grow old and go to wreck ; the soul alone Endures, and what she chuseth for herself, The arbiter of her own destiny, That only shall be permanent.
Seite 107 - Oh ! what are we, Frail creatures as we are, that we should sit In judgment, man on man ? and what were we, If the All-merciful should mete to us With the same rigorous measure wherewithal Sinner to sinner metes ? But God beholds The secrets of the heart, — therefore his name Is Merciful.
Seite 37 - The open fields, and found himself alone Beneath the starry canopy of Heaven, The sense of solitude, so dreadful late, Was then repose and comfort. There he stopt Beside a little rill, and brake the loaf ; And shedding o'er that long untasted food Painful but quiet tears, with grateful soul He breathed thanksgiving forth, then made his bed On heath and myrtle.
Seite 249 - With violent effort, half he rais'd himself ; The spear hung heavy in his side ; and pain And weakness overcame him, that he fell Back on his daughter's lap.