Gift of Sentiment: A Souvenir for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 288 pagini |
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Pagina 9
... flower , ..189 On friendship , ..191 The kind old friendly feelings , .199 The blessings of friendship , ..200 Perfect friendship , ..203 Past times , ... ..204 An epistle to Charles Lamb , ..205 Friendship till death ... ... 208 We ...
... flower , ..189 On friendship , ..191 The kind old friendly feelings , .199 The blessings of friendship , ..200 Perfect friendship , ..203 Past times , ... ..204 An epistle to Charles Lamb , ..205 Friendship till death ... ... 208 We ...
Pagina 27
... flowers , O'er hill , through dale , my steps have won , To the cool forest's shadowy bowers ; One of the paths all ... flower's fairy urn , A thick , elastic carpet spread ; Here , with its mossy pall , the trunk , ADMIRATION . 27 A ...
... flowers , O'er hill , through dale , my steps have won , To the cool forest's shadowy bowers ; One of the paths all ... flower's fairy urn , A thick , elastic carpet spread ; Here , with its mossy pall , the trunk , ADMIRATION . 27 A ...
Pagina 33
... flowers and grass , which screen it from the view : Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves , By warm winds deflowered , Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy . winged thieves . Sound of vernal ...
... flowers and grass , which screen it from the view : Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves , By warm winds deflowered , Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy . winged thieves . Sound of vernal ...
Pagina 37
... flowers , decking the bright hair Of her they love , and oft blackberries bear To shame them at her eyes : O , thou ! to whom They leap in awkward mood , within the gloom Of darkening oak trees , or at lightsome noon Sing unto thee ...
... flowers , decking the bright hair Of her they love , and oft blackberries bear To shame them at her eyes : O , thou ! to whom They leap in awkward mood , within the gloom Of darkening oak trees , or at lightsome noon Sing unto thee ...
Pagina 39
... flowers we have here too , That we have gather'd when the morning dew Was moist upon them ; myrtle wreaths we bear , To place upon thy bright , luxuriant hair , And shade thy temples too ; ' tis now the time Of all fair beauty : thou ...
... flowers we have here too , That we have gather'd when the morning dew Was moist upon them ; myrtle wreaths we bear , To place upon thy bright , luxuriant hair , And shade thy temples too ; ' tis now the time Of all fair beauty : thou ...
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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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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.