Poems: Miscellaneous poemsW. Blackwood, 1825 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amid beauteous beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss bosom breast breath bright calm cataract cheerful child clouds dancing dead death delight dewy doth dream e'er earth earthly Elves embued eyes face fair fairy Fairy-Queen fear feet flowers gaze gentle glad gleams glen glide gloom glory grave green grief hanging groves happy hath heart heaven heavenly hills holy human human voice hush hush'd hymn infant innocence Lake light lisping lonely look look'd loveliness mirth morn mortal mountain mournful murmuring Naiad Nature's ne'er night o'er peace radiant rapture rest rill round scene seem'd senseless things shade shed shine silent silent world sing sleep smiles snow soft solemn solitude song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sunbright sunny sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought unto vale voice wandering WASTWATER wave ween weep wild Windermere
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 296 - 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 26 - 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 289 - mid the silence lie ! By that blue arch, this beauteous Earth Mid Evening's hour of dewy mirth Seems bound unto the sky. O ! that this lovely Vale were mine ! Then, from glad youth to calm decline, My years would gently glide ; Hope would rejoice in endless Dreams, And memory's oft-returning gleams By Peace be sanctified.
Seite 31 - MAGNIFICENT Creature ! so stately and bright ! In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight ; For what hath the child of the desert to dread, Wafting up his own mountains that far-beaming head ; Or borne like a whirlwind down on the vale ? — Hail ! King of the wild and the beautiful ! — hail ! Hail ! Idol divine ! — whom Nature hath borne O'er a hundred hill-tops since the mists of the morn, Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and moor, As the vision glides by him, may...
Seite 32 - Up, up to yon cliff ! like a king to his throne, O'er the black silent forest piled lofty and lone — A throne which the eagle is glad to resign Unto footsteps so fleet and so fearless as thine. There the bright heather springs up in love of thy breast...
Seite 25 - This babe is mine !" In time thou would'st 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 32 - Lo ! the clouds in the depth of the sky are at rest, And the race of the wild winds is o'er on the hill ! In the hush of the mountains, ye antlers, lie still — Though your branches now toss in the storm of delight, Like the arms of the pine on yon shelterless height, One moment — thou bright Apparition ! — delay ! Then melt o'er the crags, like the sun from the day. Aloft on the weather-gleam, scorning the earth...
Seite 35 - Which, awoke by the sun, thou can'st clear at a bound. 'Mid the fern and the heather kind Nature doth keep One bright spot of green for her favourite's sleep ; And close to that covert, as clear...
Seite 80 - What though our bird of light Lie mute with plumage dim ! In heaven I see her glancing bright — I hear her angel hymn.
Seite 54 - Vain hopes ! blind sorrows ! needless fears ! Such is the scene around me now : A little Churchyard on the brow Of a green pastoral hill ; Its sylvan village sleeps below, And faintly here is heard the flow Of Woodburn's summer rill ; A place where all things mournful meet, And yet the sweetest of the sweet...