A Collection of Poems: Chiefly Manuscript, and from Living AuthorsJoanna Baillie Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1823 - 330 páginas |
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Página 119
... voice went up from all her towers . But prouder mirth was in the blazing hall , Where , midst adoring slaves , a gorgeous band ! High at the stately midnight - festival , - Belshazzar sat enthron'd ! — there luxury's hand Had shower'd ...
... voice went up from all her towers . But prouder mirth was in the blazing hall , Where , midst adoring slaves , a gorgeous band ! High at the stately midnight - festival , - Belshazzar sat enthron'd ! — there luxury's hand Had shower'd ...
Página 120
... voice of song , And pride flash'd brighter from the kindling eye , And He who sleeps not , heard th ' elated throng , In mirth that play'd with thunderbolts , defy The Rock of Zion ! - Fill the nectar high , High in the cups of ...
... voice of song , And pride flash'd brighter from the kindling eye , And He who sleeps not , heard th ' elated throng , In mirth that play'd with thunderbolts , defy The Rock of Zion ! - Fill the nectar high , High in the cups of ...
Página 121
... voice to visions ! - but in vain ! Still wrapt in clouds the awful secret lies ; It hath no language midst the starry train ; There is no earthly voice heaven's mysteries to explain . Then stood forth one , a child of other sires 121.
... voice to visions ! - but in vain ! Still wrapt in clouds the awful secret lies ; It hath no language midst the starry train ; There is no earthly voice heaven's mysteries to explain . Then stood forth one , a child of other sires 121.
Página 123
... with these , - - The last wild shriek of those whose doom is seal'd In mirth's full tide ! -all rising on the breeze , As the long deepening roar of fast advancing seas ! And nearer yet the trumpet's voice is swelling , Loud 123.
... with these , - - The last wild shriek of those whose doom is seal'd In mirth's full tide ! -all rising on the breeze , As the long deepening roar of fast advancing seas ! And nearer yet the trumpet's voice is swelling , Loud 123.
Página 124
Chiefly Manuscript, and from Living Authors Joanna Baillie. And nearer yet the trumpet's voice is swelling , Loud , shrill , and savage , drowning every cry And lo ! the spoiler in the regal dwelling , Death bursting on the halls of ...
Chiefly Manuscript, and from Living Authors Joanna Baillie. And nearer yet the trumpet's voice is swelling , Loud , shrill , and savage , drowning every cry And lo ! the spoiler in the regal dwelling , Death bursting on the halls of ...
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A Collection of Poems: Chiefly Manuscript, and from Living Authors Joanna Baillie Visualização integral - 1823 |
A Collection of Poems: Chiefly Manuscript, and from Living Authors Joanna Baillie Visualização integral - 1823 |
A Collection of Poems: Chiefly Manuscript, and from Living Authors Joanna Baillie Visualização integral - 1823 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Athelstan Axminster beams beauty Bedford Square beneath bless bloom bosom Bothwell Castle brave breath breeze bright brow Bryanstone Square burst charms cheer clouds cold copies dæmons dark death deep dream earth Edinburgh Ev'n ev'ry fade fair fame fancy flower friends gaze Glasgow glory glow grace grave grief hail hallow'd Hampstead hand hath heart Heaven Hill hope hour James John Lady landscape play life's light Literary Gazette lone Lord lyre merry heart mingled Miss Moslem muse ne'er night NINIAN o'er peace Polydore pride repose rill round Russell Square scene seneschal shade shore sigh silent sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul star storm stream Street sweet tears theatre of blood thee thine Thorncombe thou art thought thro trace Twas voice wake WALDHAVES wave weep wild wind wing youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 44 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High Have told, why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky.
Página 44 - O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child, To bless the bow of God. Methinks thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang, On earth deliver'd from the deep, And the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's eye, Unraptur'd greet thy beam; Theme of primeval prophecy, Be still the poet's theme.
Página 282 - And falling and brawling and sprawling, And driving and riving and striving, And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling, And sounding...
Página 43 - When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art...
Página 186 - To thy protecting shade she runs, Thy tender buds supply her food; Her young forsake her downy plumes To rest upon thy opening blooms. Flower of the desert though thou art! The deer that range the mountain free, The graceful doe, the stately hart, Their food and shelter seek from thee; The bee thy earliest blossom greets, And draws from thee her choicest sweets.
Página 282 - And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming, And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing, And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping.
Página 71 - Twas muttered in Hell, And echo caught faintly The sound as it fell. On the confines of earth 'Twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean Its presence confessed.
Página 282 - And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and quaking, And pouring and roaring, And waving and raving, And tossing and crossing, And flowing and...
Página 71 - Without it the soldier, the seaman may roam, But woe to the wretch who expels it from home. In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found, Nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drowned.
Página 165 - First call'd thee his, or squire or hind ? For thou in every wight that passes Dost now a friendly playmate find. Thy downcast glances, — grave, but cunning, As fringed eyelids rise and fall ; Thy shyness swiftly from me running, — 'Tis infantine coquetry all...