CriticismsLongman. Brown, and Company, 1848 - 99 páginas |
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... dark and dim with pines and firs , and sometimes bright with the light of the blue empyrean : the other , of some tremendous being struggling with mighty power , now stand- ing amid thick darkness , and now beneath the sublime radiance ...
... dark and dim with pines and firs , and sometimes bright with the light of the blue empyrean : the other , of some tremendous being struggling with mighty power , now stand- ing amid thick darkness , and now beneath the sublime radiance ...
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... dark ravines , and its rushing torrents , and its fearful avalanches , and its gloomy pines , and its clear sky , and its rising sun , an anthem of kindling adoration , and in cooings softer than the dove's , he told us how he won his ...
... dark ravines , and its rushing torrents , and its fearful avalanches , and its gloomy pines , and its clear sky , and its rising sun , an anthem of kindling adoration , and in cooings softer than the dove's , he told us how he won his ...
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... dark , deep womb , In the warm , dark womb . Spread ye , spread the dewy mist around him ; Spread ye , spread , till the thick , dark night surround him- Till the dark , long night has bound him , Which bindeth all before their birth ...
... dark , deep womb , In the warm , dark womb . Spread ye , spread the dewy mist around him ; Spread ye , spread , till the thick , dark night surround him- Till the dark , long night has bound him , Which bindeth all before their birth ...
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... darkness ; the dew that trembles on the early primrose , the calm murmur of the sea when it ripples on the shore , the ... dark mountains stretching skyward , the lakes and deep sunk dells , the myriad insects that play in the unruffled ...
... darkness ; the dew that trembles on the early primrose , the calm murmur of the sea when it ripples on the shore , the ... dark mountains stretching skyward , the lakes and deep sunk dells , the myriad insects that play in the unruffled ...
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... darkness slow descended on the earth ; The passing to a state of things all new- New fears and new enjoyments - this was all Food for my seeking spirit : I would stand Upon the jutting hills that overlook Our level moor , and watch the ...
... darkness slow descended on the earth ; The passing to a state of things all new- New fears and new enjoyments - this was all Food for my seeking spirit : I would stand Upon the jutting hills that overlook Our level moor , and watch the ...
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amid anon beam beauty behold beneath blessed bliss blue blue heavens bosom breathe breeze bright calm charm clouds Countess Pillar creation dark dawn death deep deeper delicious delight divine Dovedale dream earth Edward Irving enchanting Endymion eternal everlasting exquisite fair feel flowers gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow golden grace grandeur hallowed happiness hath heard heart heaven hills holiest holy hour hymn idolatry immortal JAMES HURDIS land light listen look loveliness lyre magnificent melancholy melody minstrelsy morning murmuring nether earth night Nineveh o'er onwards passed peace pensive poems poet Pollok quiet quietude rill river Manifold roll roll of thunders rose scene scent serene sigh silent silver smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strain stream sublime sunny sweet sweeter swelling tenderness thee things thou thought thrilling throbbing throne trees unruffled upwards voice wander waters wild winds witchery youth
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Página 42 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it 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.
Página 42 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Página 42 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came) Here let the billows stiffen and have rest...
Página 44 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Página 45 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore And in his hands and feet the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts He drew them forth, and healed and bade me live.
Página 43 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Página 63 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Página 44 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Página 42 - Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing - there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Página 64 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.