The Isle of Palms, and Other PoemsJames Eastburn, and, 1812 - 326 Seiten |
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amid beauteous beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss bower breast breath bright calm cataract cheek cheer child clouds dear deep delight doth dreams e'er earth embued face fair fairy fears feel floating flowers gaze gentle glad gleam glide glory grave green grief happy hath heart Heaven heavenly holy hour human hush'd hymn innocence ISLE OF PALMS lake light lisp living living Earth lonely look look'd loveliness lyre Maid melting mirth Moon mountain mournful murmuring Naiad Nature's ne'er night o'er Ocean peace playful pray'd pride quiet radiant rapture rest rills round sail scarce scene seem'd seraph shade Ship sighs silent sing sleep slumbering smile soft solitude song sorrow soul sound spirit sublime sunny sweet sweet child tears thee thine thou thought trance unto vale voice wakeful eyes waking WASTWATER wave ween wild Windermere
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Seite 307 - 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. Emblem, methought, of the departed soul, To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given ; And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onward to the golden gates of Heaven ; Where to the eye of Faith it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies.
Seite 221 - 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 32 - O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm, Majestically calm would go Mid the deep darkness white as snow ! But gently now the small waves glide Like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side. So stately her bearing, so proud her array, The Main she will traverse for ever and aye. Many ports will exult at the gleam of her mast — Hush ! hush ! thou vain dreamer ! this hour is her last.
Seite 34 - And his wife — by turns she wept and smiled, As she looked on the father of her child, Returned to her heart at last. He wakes at the vessel's sudden roll And the rush of waters is in his soul. Astounded the reeling deck he paces, Mid hurrying forms and ghastly faces : The whole ship's crew are there ! Wailings around and overhead, Brave spirits stupefied or dead, And madness and despair.
Seite 73 - ... higher still the stately Palm-trees rise, Chequering the clouds with their unbending stems, And o'er the clouds amid the dark-blue skies Lifting their rich unfading diadems. How calm and placidly they rest Upon the Heavens' indulgent breast, As if their branches never breeze had known!
Seite 9 - IT is the midnight hour : — the beauteous Sea, Calm as the cloudless heaven, the heaven discloses, While many a sparkling star, in quiet glee, Far down within the watery sky reposes. As if the Ocean's heart were stirred With inward life, a sound is heard, Like that of dreamer murmuring in his sleep ; 'Tis partly the billow, and partly the air That lies like a garment floating fair Above the happy deep.
Seite 192 - To hail her blest deliverer. — Ye fair trees, How are ye changed and changing while I gaze ! It seems as if some gleam of verdant light Fell on you from a rainbow ; but it lives Amid your tendrils, brightening every hour Into a deeper radiance.
Seite 218 - 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...
Seite 24 - ... never grovelling spirit stole A woman's unpolluted soul! To her the vestal fire is given; And only fire drawn pure from Heaven Can on Love's holy shrine descend, And there in clouds of fragrance blend. Well do I know that stately Youth ! The broad daylight of cloudless truth Like a sunbeam bathes his face; Though silent, still a gracious smile, That rests upon his eyes the while, Bestows a speaking grace. That smile hath might of magic art, To sway at will the stoniest heart, As a ship obeys...
Seite 317 - 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. And must the Bard from sacred themes refrain ? Sweet were the hymns in patriarchal days, That, kneeling in the silence of his tent, Or on some moonlight hill, the shepherd pour'd Unto his heavenly Father. Strains survive Erst chanted to the lyre of Israel, More touching far than ever poet breathed Amid .the Grecian isles, or later times...