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... lovest the clime Of our dear Cyprus , where sweet flowers blow With honey in
their cups , and with a glow Like thine own cheek , raising their modest heads To
be refresh'd with the transparent beads Of silver dew : behold , this April night .
... lovest the clime Of our dear Cyprus , where sweet flowers blow With honey in
their cups , and with a glow Like thine own cheek , raising their modest heads To
be refresh'd with the transparent beads Of silver dew : behold , this April night .
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Though dear the forms by fancy wove , We love them with a transient love :
Thoughts from the living world intrude Even on her deepest solitude : Painted by
Sir Joshua Reynolds Engraved by J.Cheney TER ORPHANS 50 FOETRY OF
THE ...
Though dear the forms by fancy wove , We love them with a transient love :
Thoughts from the living world intrude Even on her deepest solitude : Painted by
Sir Joshua Reynolds Engraved by J.Cheney TER ORPHANS 50 FOETRY OF
THE ...
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... which never fail ; Thy harvest - home , thy wassail - bowl , That's tost up after
fox i ' th ' hole ; Thy mummeries , Twelfth - night kings And queens , thy Christmas
revellings ; Thy nut - brown mirth , thy russet wit ; And no man pays too dear for it .
... which never fail ; Thy harvest - home , thy wassail - bowl , That's tost up after
fox i ' th ' hole ; Thy mummeries , Twelfth - night kings And queens , thy Christmas
revellings ; Thy nut - brown mirth , thy russet wit ; And no man pays too dear for it .
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God , methought , Had built him there a temple : the whole world Seemed imaged
in its vast circumference . No wish profaned my overwhelmed heart . Blest hour !
it was a luxury — to be ! Ah , quiet dell ! dear cot ! and mount sublime , I was ...
God , methought , Had built him there a temple : the whole world Seemed imaged
in its vast circumference . No wish profaned my overwhelmed heart . Blest hour !
it was a luxury — to be ! Ah , quiet dell ! dear cot ! and mount sublime , I was ...
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Yet oft when after honourable toil Rests the tired mind , and waking loves to
dream , My spirit shall revisit thee , dear cot ! Thy jasmin and thy window -
peeping rose , And myrtles fearless of the mild sea air . And I shall sigh fond
wishes - sweet ...
Yet oft when after honourable toil Rests the tired mind , and waking loves to
dream , My spirit shall revisit thee , dear cot ! Thy jasmin and thy window -
peeping rose , And myrtles fearless of the mild sea air . And I shall sigh fond
wishes - sweet ...
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beams bear beauty beneath birds bless breast breath bright calm clouds dark dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eternal face fair fall fate Father fear feel fire flowers Friendship gaze give glorious gold grace green hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill honour hope hour human kind kings land leaves Liberty light living lone look lost meet mind morning mountain nature never night o'er once peace pleasure praise proud quiet rest rich rocks round seems shade side silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spread spring stand stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees true voice wandering wave wild wind wings wish youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 31 - 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; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; 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...
Página 100 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Página 32 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 139 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Página 177 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : " Come one, come all ! This rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Página 33 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Página 96 - As with a wedge! but when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Página 86 - My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle that still goes on, In silence, round me, — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever.
Página 99 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these Heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 100 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | Gift of Sentiment: A Souvenir for 1854 |
| Editor | Rufus Wilmot Griswold |
| Editora | Leavitt & Allen, 1854 |
| Original de | Universidade de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 11 Set 2007 |
| Número de páginas | 288 páginas |
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