The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Volume 2Harper and brothers, 1834 |
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... deep , and walled around on all sides , by lofty rocks and mountains totally impenetrable . To this dreadful abode there was only one little entrance , which was strictly guarded by a band of soldiers , who were ordered never to take ...
... deep , and walled around on all sides , by lofty rocks and mountains totally impenetrable . To this dreadful abode there was only one little entrance , which was strictly guarded by a band of soldiers , who were ordered never to take ...
Página 76
... deep in dreadful dungeons darkly done ! " The alliteration in the last line melts the tender heart of the genius : he waves his hand in the air ; 6 his cloudy throne streams thunder and lightning from every 76 THE AUTHOR .
... deep in dreadful dungeons darkly done ! " The alliteration in the last line melts the tender heart of the genius : he waves his hand in the air ; 6 his cloudy throne streams thunder and lightning from every 76 THE AUTHOR .
Página 78
... deep- toned and far - sounding bellow of the portly alder- man . Besides this , I had the pleasure to observe some of my most devoted enemies scattered , as if intentionally , through the critical pit , scowling in tenfold 78 THE AUTHOR .
... deep- toned and far - sounding bellow of the portly alder- man . Besides this , I had the pleasure to observe some of my most devoted enemies scattered , as if intentionally , through the critical pit , scowling in tenfold 78 THE AUTHOR .
Página 93
... the rock , From every nameless blossom's bell ! But now , a joy too deep for sound , A peace no other season knows , Hushes the heavens , and wraps the ground- The blessing of supreme repose . Away ! I will not be , to - day.
... the rock , From every nameless blossom's bell ! But now , a joy too deep for sound , A peace no other season knows , Hushes the heavens , and wraps the ground- The blessing of supreme repose . Away ! I will not be , to - day.
Página 95
... good forsake the scenes of life , — Like the deep quiet , that awhile Lingers the lovely landscape o'er , Shall be the peace whose holy smile Welcomes them to a happier shore . THE OCEAN . BY WILLIAM P. PALMER . " There AUGUST . 95.
... good forsake the scenes of life , — Like the deep quiet , that awhile Lingers the lovely landscape o'er , Shall be the peace whose holy smile Welcomes them to a happier shore . THE OCEAN . BY WILLIAM P. PALMER . " There AUGUST . 95.
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Página 229 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, "While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Página 96 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Página 233 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Página 249 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.
Página 196 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Página 244 - 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 66 - Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost, Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross,
Página 238 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Página 221 - This darling flower, this early child of spring, " that comes before the swallow dares, and takes the winds of March with beauty,
Página 61 - The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes and gives.