The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. BuchanAlexander Winton Buchan 1859 |
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Pagina 5
... Deep , The Old Clock on the Stairs , The Blind Mother , The Woodcutter's Night Song , Lines to a Swallow , Lessons to be derived from Birds , To a Waterfowl , - A Psalm of Life , - The Lady and Adopted Child , The Death of Keeldar , The ...
... Deep , The Old Clock on the Stairs , The Blind Mother , The Woodcutter's Night Song , Lines to a Swallow , Lessons to be derived from Birds , To a Waterfowl , - A Psalm of Life , - The Lady and Adopted Child , The Death of Keeldar , The ...
Pagina 8
... deep suffocation in my breast , As if some heavy hand my bosom prest ; And on my brow " I feel the cold sweat stand ; My lips grow dry and tremulous , and my breath Comes feebly up . Oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand ...
... deep suffocation in my breast , As if some heavy hand my bosom prest ; And on my brow " I feel the cold sweat stand ; My lips grow dry and tremulous , and my breath Comes feebly up . Oh ! tell me , is this death ? Mother ! your hand ...
Pagina 13
... deep His kingly sway confessed : That he could bid its billows leap Or still its stormy breast ! He smiled contemptuously , and cried , " Be then my boasted empire tried ! " Down to the ocean's sounding shore The proud procession came ...
... deep His kingly sway confessed : That he could bid its billows leap Or still its stormy breast ! He smiled contemptuously , and cried , " Be then my boasted empire tried ! " Down to the ocean's sounding shore The proud procession came ...
Pagina 14
... deep dream of peace , And saw , within the moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An Angel , writing in a book of gold : - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the presence in the room he said ...
... deep dream of peace , And saw , within the moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An Angel , writing in a book of gold : - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the presence in the room he said ...
Pagina 15
... deep- Light my blind way ; the mineral strata there ; Thrust , blooming , thence the vegetable world O'er that the rising system more complex , Of animals ; and higher still , the mind , The varied scene of quick - compounded thought ...
... deep- Light my blind way ; the mineral strata there ; Thrust , blooming , thence the vegetable world O'er that the rising system more complex , Of animals ; and higher still , the mind , The varied scene of quick - compounded thought ...
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The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. Buchan Alexander Winton Buchan Vizualizare completă - 1861 |
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Pagina 23 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Pagina 23 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Pagina 98 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms...
Pagina 70 - 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: 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 showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Pagina 60 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink : Companion of the morning-star at dawn, Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Co-herald : wake, O wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams...
Pagina 69 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody 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...
Pagina 87 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Pagina 54 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Pagina 64 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Pagina 91 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last, ) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.