The Poetry of the SentimentsRufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1853 - 320 páginas |
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... silent heaven Thy lone and melancholy voice was given . And though the land is throng'd again , O sea ! Strange sadness touches all that goes with thee . The small bird's plaining note , the wild , sharp call , Share thy own spirit : it ...
... silent heaven Thy lone and melancholy voice was given . And though the land is throng'd again , O sea ! Strange sadness touches all that goes with thee . The small bird's plaining note , the wild , sharp call , Share thy own spirit : it ...
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... silent brightness . Mighty one , all hail ! I joy to see thee on thy glowing path Walk , like some stout and girded giant ; stern , Unwearied , resolute , whose toiling foot Disdains to loiter on its destined way . The other tribes ...
... silent brightness . Mighty one , all hail ! I joy to see thee on thy glowing path Walk , like some stout and girded giant ; stern , Unwearied , resolute , whose toiling foot Disdains to loiter on its destined way . The other tribes ...
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... silent are the winds ! No billow roars : But all is tranquil as Elysian shores ! The silver margin which aye runneth round The moon - enchanted sea , hath here no sound : Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors ! What ! is the giant ...
... silent are the winds ! No billow roars : But all is tranquil as Elysian shores ! The silver margin which aye runneth round The moon - enchanted sea , hath here no sound : Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors ! What ! is the giant ...
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... silent lake ; This little bay , a quiet road That holds in shelter thy abode ; In truth together do ye seem Like something fashioned in a dream ; Such forms as from their covert peep When earthly cares are laid asleep ; Yet , dream and ...
... silent lake ; This little bay , a quiet road That holds in shelter thy abode ; In truth together do ye seem Like something fashioned in a dream ; Such forms as from their covert peep When earthly cares are laid asleep ; Yet , dream and ...
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... silent lizard of the stones ! But hold ! -these dark , these perishing arcades , These mouldering plinths , these sad and blacken'd shafts , These vague entablatures , this broken frieze , These shatter'd cornices , this wreck , this ...
... silent lizard of the stones ! But hold ! -these dark , these perishing arcades , These mouldering plinths , these sad and blacken'd shafts , These vague entablatures , this broken frieze , These shatter'd cornices , this wreck , this ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
adore art thou BARRY CORNWALL beams beauty behold beneath birds bless bliss bosom brave 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 glorious glory golden grace green happy hath hear heart heaven hill honour hour JOANNA BAILLIE King of Kings land Liberty light living lonely look Lord lyre morning mountain muse nature's ne'er night o'er praise proud quiet mind rest rills rocks ROKEBY HALL round shade Shakespeare shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thy majesty vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings
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Página 306 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Página 76 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms; Pray so ; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Página 102 - While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.
Página 246 - Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly : let me go with you ; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your...
Página 141 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Página 31 - Highe'r still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Página 103 - With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise : Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise...
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 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 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...