Gift of Sentiment: A Souvenir for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 288 Seiten |
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... ship hath found a grave . And thus is the fate of the acorn told , That fell from the old oak tree , And the woodland Fays in the frosty mould Preserved for its destiny . THE BLOOD HORSE . BY BARRY CORNWALL . GAMARA is ADMIRATION . 21.
... ship hath found a grave . And thus is the fate of the acorn told , That fell from the old oak tree , And the woodland Fays in the frosty mould Preserved for its destiny . THE BLOOD HORSE . BY BARRY CORNWALL . GAMARA is ADMIRATION . 21.
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... fate must soon be thine ! But when shall earth again exult to see Visions divine , like theirs , renewed in ought like thee ? Lone are thy pillows now - each passing gale Sighs o'er them as a spirit's voice , which moaned That ...
... fate must soon be thine ! But when shall earth again exult to see Visions divine , like theirs , renewed in ought like thee ? Lone are thy pillows now - each passing gale Sighs o'er them as a spirit's voice , which moaned That ...
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... fate ! And when thy hand first gave its wonders birth , The realms that hail them now , scarce claimed a name on earth . Wert thou some spirit of a purer sphere But once beheld , and never to return ? No - we may hail again thy bright ...
... fate ! And when thy hand first gave its wonders birth , The realms that hail them now , scarce claimed a name on earth . Wert thou some spirit of a purer sphere But once beheld , and never to return ? No - we may hail again thy bright ...
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... 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 the sun . We rule the hearts of mightiest men ; we rule ...
... 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 the sun . We rule the hearts of mightiest men ; we rule ...
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... winding away from sight , Darkened with shade or flashing with light- While o'er them the vine to its thicket clings , And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings- E But I wish that fate had left me free To ADMIRATION . 65.
... winding away from sight , Darkened with shade or flashing with light- While o'er them the vine to its thicket clings , And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings- E But I wish that fate had left me free To ADMIRATION . 65.
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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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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.