Nugae Canorae: PoemsJ. and A. Arch, 1819 - 332 pagini |
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Pagina 22
... prayer . " To thee , poor child ! ere grief is brought " To vex thy soul , oblivion's given ! " Oh ! if the grave could boast of thought , " That thought would make the grave- " heaven ! " Farewell , sweet spot ! my soul I feel Entranc ...
... prayer . " To thee , poor child ! ere grief is brought " To vex thy soul , oblivion's given ! " Oh ! if the grave could boast of thought , " That thought would make the grave- " heaven ! " Farewell , sweet spot ! my soul I feel Entranc ...
Pagina 46
... prayers Of brothers , sisters , who look'd up to him For daily bread , he left his native land , And with a mind resolved to endure Through future life a most unnatural blank , Sail'd o'er the element ! I saw him go He said not aught ...
... prayers Of brothers , sisters , who look'd up to him For daily bread , he left his native land , And with a mind resolved to endure Through future life a most unnatural blank , Sail'd o'er the element ! I saw him go He said not aught ...
Pagina 67
... prayer for them who heed him not ; With deeply smitten , and o'erflowing hearts , Turn to the God of Love ! - There is abroad An evil spirit ; a spirit evil and foul , Who , under fair pretence of modern lights , And vain philosophy ...
... prayer for them who heed him not ; With deeply smitten , and o'erflowing hearts , Turn to the God of Love ! - There is abroad An evil spirit ; a spirit evil and foul , Who , under fair pretence of modern lights , And vain philosophy ...
Pagina 74
... prayer for smiles and words that cheer , The wish in looks revealed and rapture's holy tear , II . Him whom the spirit of attachment warms , The nameless thrilling and the soft desire : Him whom the glance of melting beauty charms ...
... prayer for smiles and words that cheer , The wish in looks revealed and rapture's holy tear , II . Him whom the spirit of attachment warms , The nameless thrilling and the soft desire : Him whom the glance of melting beauty charms ...
Pagina 101
... prayer breathed With more expressive accent , and the song Of praise ascend more ardent , with the hymn . Mingled of countless grateful spirits : there The decent rite , the anthem's chaunted lay , The TO THE SABBATH . 101.
... prayer breathed With more expressive accent , and the song Of praise ascend more ardent , with the hymn . Mingled of countless grateful spirits : there The decent rite , the anthem's chaunted lay , The TO THE SABBATH . 101.
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agony Ajax Alcyone Ambleside Arethuse arms Author beneath bless blest bliss bosom breast breathe breeze canst Ceyx CHARLES LLOYD charms cheek clouds dear despair dost thou doth dream dwell e'en earth fancy fantastic fears feel forms gleam gloom grace grassy head haply happiness hast hath haunts heart Heaven holy hope hour hues human inglorius Italian language life's living lonely look lov'd malè meek mind mirth mountain murmur nature Nature's ne'er Nessus o'er oh Father Ovid pale pang passion peace pines pity poem poor prayer raptures reach of love river Brathay rocks scene seek seem'd sense shed sigh silent Skiddaw smiles solitude SONNET Sonnet 24 Sonnet 36 sorrow sought soul spirit stream sublime sweet swell tears tempests thee thine things thought tide trembling Twas voice warm waves weep wild winds
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Pagina 127 - ... a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pagina 94 - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun ; which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it : and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Pagina 170 - Sonnets appear to me the most exquisite, in which moral sentiments, affections, or feelings, are deduced from, and associated with, the scenery of Nature.
Pagina 127 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pagina 170 - In a Sonnet then we require a development of some lonely feeling, by whatever cause it may have been excited...
Pagina 136 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Pagina 62 - Of tenderest grass, sts island circlet sprea"d ! This man did rear a hut, and lived and died In that lone dell ! He had no friend on earth, Nor wanted one — For much he lov'd his God, And much those works which e'en the lonely man May taste abundantly ! And he did think So oft on life's great Author, that at last He worshipp'd him in all things, and believ'd His poorest creatures holy, and could see " Religious meanings in the forms of nature...
Pagina 125 - Betrayed that the pulse of each heart Of my feet's stealing fall knew the speech ; While all would not let me depart, Till the kiss was bestowed upon each ; By the boy,* who, when walking and musing, And thinking myself quite alone, Would follow the path I was...
Pagina xv - But those frequent songs throughout the law and prophets beyond all these, not in their divine argument alone, but in the very critical art of composition, may be easily made appear over all the kinds of lyric poesy to be incomparable.
Pagina 29 - There is a time When first sensation paints the burning cheek, Fills the moist eye, and quickens the keen pulse, That mystic meanings half conceiv'd invest The simplest forms, and all doth speak, all lives To the eager heart ! At such a time to me Thou cam'st, dear holiday ! Thy twilight glooms Mysterious thoughts awaken'd, and I mus'd As if possest, yea felt as I had known The dawn of inspiration. Then the days Were sanctified by feeling, all around Of an indwelling presence darkly spake. Silence...