Recreations of Christopher NorthBlackwood, 1857 |
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... wild , moorland , sylvan , and pastoral Parish ! the Paradise in which our spirit dwelt beneath the glorious dawning of life — can it be , beloved world of boy- hood , that thou art indeed beautiful as of old ? Though round and round ...
... wild , moorland , sylvan , and pastoral Parish ! the Paradise in which our spirit dwelt beneath the glorious dawning of life — can it be , beloved world of boy- hood , that thou art indeed beautiful as of old ? Though round and round ...
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... wild outcry , " On her forehead a star ! on her forehead a star ! And oh ! on what lovely wings she is floating away , away into eternity ! The Angel , father , is calling me by my Christian name , and I must no more abide on earth ...
... wild outcry , " On her forehead a star ! on her forehead a star ! And oh ! on what lovely wings she is floating away , away into eternity ! The Angel , father , is calling me by my Christian name , and I must no more abide on earth ...
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... Silent was all that congregation , as if assembled in divine worship . Again , there was a weight at rope , and in a minute or two , a voice was heard far down the 66 the pit that spread a sort of wild hope - MAY - DAY . 23.
... Silent was all that congregation , as if assembled in divine worship . Again , there was a weight at rope , and in a minute or two , a voice was heard far down the 66 the pit that spread a sort of wild hope - MAY - DAY . 23.
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John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. the pit that spread a sort of wild hope - else , why should it have spoken at all - and lo ! the child - not like one of the dead - clasped in the arms of his brother , who was all covered with dust ...
John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. the pit that spread a sort of wild hope - else , why should it have spoken at all - and lo ! the child - not like one of the dead - clasped in the arms of his brother , who was all covered with dust ...
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... wild , your fragrant maze , He taught us how to prize . Ye felt your Maker's smile that hour , As when he paused and own'd you good ; His blessing on earth's primal bower , Yet felt it all renew'd . What care ye now , if winter's storm ...
... wild , your fragrant maze , He taught us how to prize . Ye felt your Maker's smile that hour , As when he paused and own'd you good ; His blessing on earth's primal bower , Yet felt it all renew'd . What care ye now , if winter's storm ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Adam Morrison Ambleside Atherstone beauty behold beneath bird blessing bosom braes breathed bright character Christian Christopher North cliffs clouds creatures dead death delight divine Dr Johnson dream eagle earth eyes face fear feel feet felt flowers forest gaze genius glen gloom Golden Eagle green hand happy hear heard heart heaven Highlands hills holy hour human imagination inspired lake light live Loch Loch Ericht Loch Etive Loch Lochy Loch Lomond look mind Moray Place mountains Musidora nature never night Octavo once ourselves passion perhaps perish poem poet poetry religion rocks round sacred Scotland season seems seen shadow silent sing sitting sleep smile snow Snowy Owl song soul spirit spring stars stream sublime sunshine sweet sylvan tears thee thou thought thousand trees voice walk weather whole Windermere wings woods words Wordsworth young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 306 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer, of vigour born, The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light That fly th
Página 81 - These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins; these are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb.
Página 356 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Página 80 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Página 54 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Página 293 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 43 - The essence of poetry is invention ; such invention as, by producing something unexpected, surprises and delights. The topics of devotion are few, and being few are universally known ; but few as they are, they can be made no more ; they can receive no grace from novelty of sentiment, and very little from novelty of expression.
Página 277 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Página 101 - Full fain it would delay me! My dear babe, Who, capable of no articulate sound, Mars all things with his imitative lisp, How he would place his hand beside his ear, His little hand, the small forefinger up, And bid us listen!
Página 48 - Lastly, whatsoever in religion is holy and sublime, in virtue amiable or grave, whatsoever hath passion or admiration in all the changes of that which is called fortune from without, or the wily subtleties and refluxes of man's thoughts from within ; all these things with a solid and treatable smoothness to paint out and describe.