Abaddon, the Spirit of Destruction: And Other PoemsSleight and Robinson, 1830 - 157 Seiten |
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... bliss When o'er the crystal fountain of his soul Hovered ethereal Purity and smiled , Now sealed the utter madness of his doom . Memory - the star - eyed child of Paradise ! Rushed o'er the burning realm of banished thoug Raining her ...
... bliss When o'er the crystal fountain of his soul Hovered ethereal Purity and smiled , Now sealed the utter madness of his doom . Memory - the star - eyed child of Paradise ! Rushed o'er the burning realm of banished thoug Raining her ...
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... bliss , Came o'er him like the spectres of the past , To shriek amid the ruins they had caused , And pierce like fire - bolts through his maddened brain He dared , and perished in his power and pride , Fell from the hallowed throne of ...
... bliss , Came o'er him like the spectres of the past , To shriek amid the ruins they had caused , And pierce like fire - bolts through his maddened brain He dared , and perished in his power and pride , Fell from the hallowed throne of ...
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... bliss Through each ethereal bosom , inly felt By that mysterious mind , which guides all thought And unwilled feeling and directs all deeds , The flight of evil and the dæmon's power ; And , silently commissioned by that mode Ineffable ...
... bliss Through each ethereal bosom , inly felt By that mysterious mind , which guides all thought And unwilled feeling and directs all deeds , The flight of evil and the dæmon's power ; And , silently commissioned by that mode Ineffable ...
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... bliss- The virgin in her loveliness - the son Of many hopes and dreams sublime of love , When the first dawnings of his fame gleam out . The mightiest armies of the dead rise not From gory battle field or lava seas Drowning still cities ...
... bliss- The virgin in her loveliness - the son Of many hopes and dreams sublime of love , When the first dawnings of his fame gleam out . The mightiest armies of the dead rise not From gory battle field or lava seas Drowning still cities ...
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... bliss ; when faith shall roam On lovelier meads and hills with glory clothed , O'er whose bright summits rainbows rest in heaver And over the charmed universe of thought Pour its pure radiance from the shrine of God . Then , cries the ...
... bliss ; when faith shall roam On lovelier meads and hills with glory clothed , O'er whose bright summits rainbows rest in heaver And over the charmed universe of thought Pour its pure radiance from the shrine of God . Then , cries the ...
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ABADDON amid atheism Ave Maria awful beauty Belial blest bliss bosom bower breast breath bright brow Charles Wolfe clouds cold crime crown curse Dæmon dark darkened dead death deathless deeds deep despair doom Drave dread dreams dust e'en earth eternal evil faith fame fear fell flowers gaze genius gleams gloom glorious glory glow guilt gush hallowed hath heart heaven holy hope hour immortal JOHN HOWARD PAYNE kings Leigh Hunt life's light lone love's lyre Macedon memory Michael Bruce mind Moloch mountain neath o'er pale Pleiad poem poet pomp prayer pride proud quailed quivering rapture realm round ruin satrap scorn seraph shadows Shelley shrieks shrine sigh silence Sir John Moore SKETCHES IN PROSE skies smile solitude sorrow soul spirit sublime tears thee thine thou thoughts thrilling throne toil tomb tread truth vale vast vision voice wandered wild youth
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Seite 148 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Seite 147 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn...
Seite 120 - Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold what shall befall Him or his children ; evil he may be sure, Which neither his foreknowing can prevent, And he the future evil shall no less In apprehension than in substance feel Grievous to bear...
Seite 148 - And slept there since. Upon the sodden ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed; While his bow'd head seem'd list'ning to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet.
Seite 148 - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
Seite 149 - Friends, brothers, and sisters are laid side by side, Yet none have saluted, and none have replied.
Seite 149 - The skin which but yesterday fools could adore For the smoothness it held or the tint which it wore.
Seite 97 - Of constant infelicity,' cut off From peace like exiles on some barren rock, Their life's appointed prison ; not more free Than...
Seite 67 - For them jn vain the face of nature glows, For them in vain the sun in glory burns, The hollow breast consumes in fiery woes, And meets despair and death where'er it turns. Ave Maria ! in the deep pine wood, On the clear stream and o'er the azure sky Bland midnight smiles, and starry solitude Breathes hope in every breeze that wanders by. Ave Maria ! may our last hour come As bright, as pure, as gentle, heaven ! as this ! Let faith attend us smiling to the tomb, And life and death are both the heirs...
Seite 106 - I hear the famished brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away, my soul, away ! I unpartaking of the evil thing, With daily prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil, Have wailed my country with a loud Lament. Now I recentre my immortal mind In the deep Sabbath of meek self-content ; Cleansed from the vaporous passions that bedim God's Image, sister of the Seraphim.