CriticismsLongman. Brown, and Company, 1848 - 99 páginas |
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... rest , For thy chamber of sleep Shall be dark and deep : They will dig thee a tomb In the dark , deep womb , In the warm , dark womb . Spread ye , spread the dewy mist around him ; Spread ye , spread , till the thick , dark night ...
... rest , For thy chamber of sleep Shall be dark and deep : They will dig thee a tomb In the dark , deep womb , In the warm , dark womb . Spread ye , spread the dewy mist around him ; Spread ye , spread , till the thick , dark night ...
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... rest ; " and then We rose and parted for the night : no words But those were spoken , and we never since Have told each other of that moment . How like the feeling of every youthful lover , and what a beautiful picture ! A summer's ...
... rest ; " and then We rose and parted for the night : no words But those were spoken , and we never since Have told each other of that moment . How like the feeling of every youthful lover , and what a beautiful picture ! A summer's ...
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... rest ; and when we find our expectations disappointed , we deepen the discordant sound that possession cloys . Possession does not necessarily cloy . A fine winter scene will produce different feelings in the heart from that of a sweet ...
... rest ; and when we find our expectations disappointed , we deepen the discordant sound that possession cloys . Possession does not necessarily cloy . A fine winter scene will produce different feelings in the heart from that of a sweet ...
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... rest , we thought of that star , and it seemed begirt with mystery ; waking or sleeping , it filled all our mind . How many there are who love the remaining Crosses of our native land ! How sweet , when entering a secluded and quiet ...
... rest , we thought of that star , and it seemed begirt with mystery ; waking or sleeping , it filled all our mind . How many there are who love the remaining Crosses of our native land ! How sweet , when entering a secluded and quiet ...
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... rest ; it whispers to us of the better land . What mysteries entwine this beautiful earth ! They speak to our heart ; they sing a holy song of the coming paradise ; yet its stillness is its most exquisite music . Our love of this ...
... rest ; it whispers to us of the better land . What mysteries entwine this beautiful earth ! They speak to our heart ; they sing a holy song of the coming paradise ; yet its stillness is its most exquisite music . Our love of this ...
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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.