Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volumul 11853 |
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Pagina x
... . : . : : ... ::: EAGLES , REV . J. The Mossy Nook ELLIOT , EBENEZER Do Good ... ... ... The Dying Maiden ... The Sun's Bird ... ... 518 O : .. 109 55 244 410 EMERSON , RALPH WALDO To the Humble Bee Nature's Pity X INDEX .
... . : . : : ... ::: EAGLES , REV . J. The Mossy Nook ELLIOT , EBENEZER Do Good ... ... ... The Dying Maiden ... The Sun's Bird ... ... 518 O : .. 109 55 244 410 EMERSON , RALPH WALDO To the Humble Bee Nature's Pity X INDEX .
Pagina xii
... Birds in Summer ... 491 .. ... ... ... ... War ... ... 514 HERBERT , REV . GEORGE . Affliction Industry ... ... ... :: :: :: 110 ... 111 ... HERRICK . The Shepherd to his Fair One To Blossoms To Music : to calm his Fever HERVEY , T. K. ...
... Birds in Summer ... 491 .. ... ... ... ... War ... ... 514 HERBERT , REV . GEORGE . Affliction Industry ... ... ... :: :: :: 110 ... 111 ... HERRICK . The Shepherd to his Fair One To Blossoms To Music : to calm his Fever HERVEY , T. K. ...
Pagina 11
... bird and beast alone ; But in old cathedrals , high and hoary , On the tombs of heroes carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ancestral homes , whose crumbling towers , Speaking of the past unto the present , Tell ...
... bird and beast alone ; But in old cathedrals , high and hoary , On the tombs of heroes carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ancestral homes , whose crumbling towers , Speaking of the past unto the present , Tell ...
Pagina 15
... bird a season finds to sing , The roughest storm a calm may soon allay : Thus , with succeeding turns , God tempereth all , That man may hope to rise , yet fear to fall . A chance may win what by mischance was lost ; That net that holds ...
... bird a season finds to sing , The roughest storm a calm may soon allay : Thus , with succeeding turns , God tempereth all , That man may hope to rise , yet fear to fall . A chance may win what by mischance was lost ; That net that holds ...
Pagina 30
... birds , Join'd in the varied anthem ; and that so , Resting their breasts upon these bending limbs , Closer and readier to our need they lay- The spirits who keep watch ' twixt us and Heaven ! ON SEEING A DECEASED INFANT . An American ...
... birds , Join'd in the varied anthem ; and that so , Resting their breasts upon these bending limbs , Closer and readier to our need they lay- The spirits who keep watch ' twixt us and Heaven ! ON SEEING A DECEASED INFANT . An American ...
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Pagina 76 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
Pagina 190 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pagina 52 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Pagina 367 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Pagina 5 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Pagina 4 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Pagina 364 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Pagina 240 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star...
Pagina 53 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Pagina 297 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.