Poems of James Montgomery |
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amidst appears arms beauty behold beneath BIRKET FOSTER birth blood breast breath cast child close clouds course dark dead death deep dream earth face fall fear feel feet fell felt field fire flame flood flowers foes gazed GILBERT glory grace grave hand hath head heart heaven hills hope hour Javan JOHN knew land leaves light living look lost meet mind moon morn mother mountains Nature never night o'er ocean once peace race rest rise rocks rose round scene secret seem'd seen shade shadow shore sight silent smile song soul sound spirit spread stand stars stood storm strange stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought thousand tide Till trees trembling turn voice WANDERER waters waves wild wind wings woods youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 76 - There is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside...
Página 73 - Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole ; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Página 106 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Página 102 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Página 73 - A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age and love-exalted youth: The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the...
Página 108 - Him midst shame and scorn ; My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for Him would die ; The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, But the free spirit cried,
Página 107 - I gave him all ; he blessed it, brake, And ate; but gave me part again; Mine was an angel's portion then; For, while I fed with eager haste, That crust was manna to my taste.
Página 370 - Night is the time for toil; To plough the classic field, Intent to find the buried spoil Its wealthy furrows yield; Till all is ours that sages taught, That poets sang, or heroes wrought.
Página 44 - The Goldfinch, in his mirth ; The Thrush, a spendthrift of his powers, Enrapturing heaven and earth ; The Swan, in majesty and grace, Contemplative and still ; But roused, — no Falcon, in the chase, Could like his satire kill. The Linnet in simplicity, In tenderness the Dove ; But more than all beside was he The Nightingale in love. Oh ! had he never stoop'd to shame, Nor lent a charm to vice, How had Devotion loved to name That Bird of Paradise ! Peace to the dead! — In Scotia's choir Of Minstrels...
Página 56 - The Dead are like the stars by day ; — Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky : Spirits, from bondage thus set free, Vanish amidst immensity, Where human thought, like human sight, Fails to pursue their trackless flight.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | Poems of James Montgomery |
| Autor | James Montgomery |
| Editor | Robert Aris Willmott |
| Ilustrado por | John Gilbert, Myles Birket Foster, George Dalziel, Edward Dalziel |
| Editora | Routledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1860 |
| Original de | Universidade de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 3 Ago 2006 |
| Número de páginas | 379 páginas |
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