Gift of Sentiment: A Souvenir for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 288 páginas |
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... leaves and flowers , O'er hill , through dale , my steps have won , To the cool forest's shadowy bowers ; One of the paths all round that wind , Traced by the browsing herds , I choose , And sights and sounds of human kind In nature's ...
... leaves and flowers , O'er hill , through dale , my steps have won , To the cool forest's shadowy bowers ; One of the paths all round that wind , Traced by the browsing herds , I choose , And sights and sounds of human kind In nature's ...
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... - wings , and sky , Spotted with cloud - shapes , charm my eye : While murmuring grass , and waving trees , Their leaf - harps sounding to the breeze , And water - tones that tinkle near , Blend their ADMIRATION . 29.
... - wings , and sky , Spotted with cloud - shapes , charm my eye : While murmuring grass , and waving trees , Their leaf - harps sounding to the breeze , And water - tones that tinkle near , Blend their ADMIRATION . 29.
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... leaves : thine are all sounds Of pleasure on the earth ; and where abounds Most happiness , for thee we ever look ; Among the leaves , in dimly - lighted nook , Most often hidest thou , where winds may wave Thy sunny curls , and cool ...
... leaves : thine are all sounds Of pleasure on the earth ; and where abounds Most happiness , for thee we ever look ; Among the leaves , in dimly - lighted nook , Most often hidest thou , where winds may wave Thy sunny curls , and cool ...
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... leaves , and sadly and alone Breathed out his spirit - O , do thou look on All maidens who , for too great love , grow wan , And pity them : come to us when night brings Her first faint stars , and let us hear the wings Of thy most ...
... leaves , and sadly and alone Breathed out his spirit - O , do thou look on All maidens who , for too great love , grow wan , And pity them : come to us when night brings Her first faint stars , and let us hear the wings Of thy most ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
adore art thou BARRY CORNWALL beams beauty behold beneath birds bless bliss bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm CHARLES LAMB CHARLES SWAIN clouds dark deep delight divine dost doth dream e'en earth ELIZA COOK eternal fair fate fear feel fire flame flowers Friendship gaze glad gleam glorious glory golden grace green happy hath hear heart heaven Hermione hill honour hour JOANNA BAILLIE King of Kings Liberty light living lone look lyre morning mountains muse nature's ne'er never night o'er praise proud quiet mind rest rill rocks ROKEBY HALL round shade Shakespeare shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sweet swelling tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thy majesty toil vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings
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Página 33 - 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 102 - 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 34 - 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 141 - 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 179 - 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 35 - 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 98 - 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 88 - 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 101 - 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 102 - 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.