Gift of Sentiment: A Souvenir for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 288 pagini |
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Pagina 27
... soft and green , Within the column'd , vaulted scene . Sweet forest - odours have their birth From the clothed boughs and teeming earth ; Where pine - cones dropp'd , leaves piled and dead , Long tufts of grass , and stars of fern ...
... soft and green , Within the column'd , vaulted scene . Sweet forest - odours have their birth From the clothed boughs and teeming earth ; Where pine - cones dropp'd , leaves piled and dead , Long tufts of grass , and stars of fern ...
Pagina 35
... soft slumbering upon Some dreamy south wind : whether thou hast gone Upon the heaven now , or if thou art Within some floating cloud , and on its heart Pourest rich - tinted joy ; whether thy wheels Are touching on the sun - forsaken ...
... soft slumbering upon Some dreamy south wind : whether thou hast gone Upon the heaven now , or if thou art Within some floating cloud , and on its heart Pourest rich - tinted joy ; whether thy wheels Are touching on the sun - forsaken ...
Pagina 49
... Soft gleaming through the umbrage of the woods Which tuft her summit , and , like raven tresses , Waved their dark beauty round the tower of David . Resplendent with a thousand golden bucklers , The embrasures of alabaster shine ; Hail ...
... Soft gleaming through the umbrage of the woods Which tuft her summit , and , like raven tresses , Waved their dark beauty round the tower of David . Resplendent with a thousand golden bucklers , The embrasures of alabaster shine ; Hail ...
Pagina 63
... bowed , in speechless homage , at thy throne , And days unborn , and nations yet to be , Shall gaze , absorbed in ecstacy , on thee ! GREEN RIVER . BY BRYANT . WHEN breezes are soft ADMIRATION . 63 The Apollo Belvidere,
... bowed , in speechless homage , at thy throne , And days unborn , and nations yet to be , Shall gaze , absorbed in ecstacy , on thee ! GREEN RIVER . BY BRYANT . WHEN breezes are soft ADMIRATION . 63 The Apollo Belvidere,
Pagina 64
... soft and skies are fair , I steal an hour from study and care , And hie me away to the woodland scene , Where wanders the stream with waters of green ; As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the waters ...
... soft and skies are fair , I steal an hour from study and care , And hie me away to the woodland scene , Where wanders the stream with waters of green ; As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the waters ...
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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.