Poems of James MontgomeryRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1860 - 379 páginas |
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... tree to tree The antelopes were grazing void of fear He was a chieftain of renown ; from youth To green old age , the glory of his tribe Of pilgrims bound for Mecca . The little one was dancing at his side , And dragging him with petty ...
... tree to tree The antelopes were grazing void of fear He was a chieftain of renown ; from youth To green old age , the glory of his tribe Of pilgrims bound for Mecca . The little one was dancing at his side , And dragging him with petty ...
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... trees , and a windmill ; these he was never weary of contem- plating ; and he resolved that his first ramble should be under the trees , across the fields beyond , and away to the windmill . He kept his word . A second time he was ...
... trees , and a windmill ; these he was never weary of contem- plating ; and he resolved that his first ramble should be under the trees , across the fields beyond , and away to the windmill . He kept his word . A second time he was ...
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... tree , Whose boughs embower the lawn , Whether the birds ' wild minstrelsy Awoke her here at dawn ? Whether beneath its youthful shade , At noon , in infancy she play'd ? -If from the oak no answer come , Of her all oracles are dumb ...
... tree , Whose boughs embower the lawn , Whether the birds ' wild minstrelsy Awoke her here at dawn ? Whether beneath its youthful shade , At noon , in infancy she play'd ? -If from the oak no answer come , Of her all oracles are dumb ...
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... tree trembled to his feeble stroke , The woodman languish'd , and his heart - strings broke ; -Condemn'd in torrid noon , with palsied hand , To urge the slow plough o'er the obdurate land , The labourer , smitten by the sun's quick ray ...
... tree trembled to his feeble stroke , The woodman languish'd , and his heart - strings broke ; -Condemn'd in torrid noon , with palsied hand , To urge the slow plough o'er the obdurate land , The labourer , smitten by the sun's quick ray ...
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... tree of knowledge with forbidden fruit , Death in the taste , and ruin at the root ; Yet in its growth were good and evil found , — It bless'd the planter , but it cursed the ground : While with vain wealth it gorged the master's hoard ,.
... tree of knowledge with forbidden fruit , Death in the taste , and ruin at the root ; Yet in its growth were good and evil found , — It bless'd the planter , but it cursed the ground : While with vain wealth it gorged the master's hoard ,.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
age to age amidst appear'd arms art thou BATTLE OF ALEXANDRIA beauty behold beneath BIRKET FOSTER Black Death bliss blood bosom breast breath breeze CANTO clouds dark dead death dream earth Enoch eternal Euphrates father fear fell fire fix'd flame fled flood flowers foes Fulneck gazed glen gloom glory grace grave Greenland hand HARRISON WEIR hath heart heaven hope hyæna isle Javan JOHN GILBERT land light living look'd lyre moon morn Morna mountains Nature's night numbers o'er ocean open'd pale Paradise pass'd Patriarchs peace PELICAN ISLAND Pelicans prayer race rest rocks roll'd rose round scene seem'd shade shadow shore silent Sire slumber smile song soul spirit stars stood storm strange sweet SWITZERLAND tears tempest thee thine thou thought tide toil trees trembling turn'd Twas vale vanish'd voice WANDERER waves weary whence wild wind wings woods youth Zillah
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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.