PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1859 - 311 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
art thou beauty behold beneath BIRKENHEAD blessed blue breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow clasp clouds cold CRAMOND dark dear death deep doth dream dwell earth eternal eternal eyes eyes faded faded thing fair farewell fearful feet flood flowers fragrant gaze glorious glory glow goblet's brim golden Grim rocks HADRIAN'S VILLA Hail hand hast hath hear thy heart heaven hope hour Landgraff life's light lips live lone look memory mighty wind mirth mountain ne'er neath night o'er pale past rest rocks rolling rosy round SEASIDE shadowy shining shore sighs silver sing skies sleep smiling soft solemn song SONNET sorrow soul soul intent sound spirit spring sprite strain summer sunny sunny height sweet tears thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thou shalt TIVOLI treach TRENTON FALLS voice wandering warm waters waves weary weep wild wind wings WRECK
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 217 - O'er joys that God hath for a season lent Perchance to try thy spirit, and its bent, Effeminate soul and base, weakly to mourn. There lies no desert in the land of life, For e'en that tract that barrenest doth seem, Laboured of thee in faith and hope, shall teem With heavenly harvests and rich gatherings, rife.
Seite 231 - Through these long hours, nor call their minutes pains. I will this dreary blank of absence make A noble task-time; and will therein strive To follow excellence, and to o'ertake More good than I have won since yet I live. So may this doomed time build up in me A thousand graces, which shall thus be thine ; So may my love and longing hallowed be, And thy dear thought an influence divine.
Seite 230 - I'll tell thee ; for thy sake I will lay hold Of all good aims, and consecrate to thee, In worthy deeds, each moment that is told While thou, beloved one ! art far from me. For thee I will arouse my thoughts to try All heavenward flights, all high and holy strains ; For thy dear sake I will walk patiently Through these long hours, nor call their minutes pains. I will this dreary blank of absence make A noble task-time ; and will therein strive To follow excellence, and to o'ertake More good than...
Seite 229 - WHAT shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face ? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that...
Seite 249 - Sorrow and sin, and suffering and strife, Have been cast in the waters of my life ; And they have sunk deep down to the wellhead, And all that flows thence is embittered. Yet still the fountain up towards heaven springs, And still the brook where'er it wanders sings; And still where'er it hath found leave to rest, The blessed sun looks down into its breast \. And it reflects, as in a mirror fair, The image of all beauty shining there.
Seite 79 - Shout ! till the woods beneath their vaults of green Resound, and shake their pillars on thy way; Fling wide thy glittering fringe of silver sheen, And toss towards heaven thy clouds of dazzling spray. The sun looks down upon thee with delight, And weaves his prism around thee for a belt ; And as the wind waves thy thin robes of light, The jewels of thy girdle glow and melt. Ah ! where be they, who first with human eyes Beheld thy glory, thou trinmphant flood ! And through the forest heard with...
Seite 128 - Then rest content with sorrow : for there be Many that must that lesson learn with thee ; And still thy wild notes warble cheerfully, Till, when thy tiny voice begins to fail, For thy lost...
Seite 224 - ... the fated road Ye cannot turn ; then take ye up the load. Not yours to tread or leave the unknown way, Ye must go o'er it, meet ye what ye may. Gird up your souls within...
Seite 289 - How is it with thee — lost — lost — precious one ! In thy fresh spring-time growing up alone ? What warmth unfolds thee ? — what sweet dews are shed, Like love and patience over thy young head ? What holy springs feed thy deep inner life ? What shelters thee from passion's deadly strife ? What guards thy growth, straight, strong, and full and free, Lovely and glorious, oh, my fair young tree...