The American Common-place Book of Poetry, with Occasional NotesH. Hooker, 1839 - 405 páginas |
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... Roll up its lowest depths in waves , and flash A wild disaster round , like its own wo- Each wave cry , " Wo for ever ! " in its flow , And then pass on - from far adown its path Send back commingling sounds of wo and wrath- Th ...
... Roll up its lowest depths in waves , and flash A wild disaster round , like its own wo- Each wave cry , " Wo for ever ! " in its flow , And then pass on - from far adown its path Send back commingling sounds of wo and wrath- Th ...
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... roll ; Could ye but look into the void abyss With eyes experienced , unobscured by torments , - Then mightst thou name it , name it feelingly . Tam . What ails thee , Hadad ? -Draw me not so close . Had . Tamar ! I need thy love - more ...
... roll ; Could ye but look into the void abyss With eyes experienced , unobscured by torments , - Then mightst thou name it , name it feelingly . Tam . What ails thee , Hadad ? -Draw me not so close . Had . Tamar ! I need thy love - more ...
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... rolling orbs of light , that fill With life and beauty yonder infinite , Their radiant journey run , for ever set , Where , where , in what abyss shall I be groaning ? [ Exit . ] Hadad's Description of the City of David . - HILLHOUSE ...
... rolling orbs of light , that fill With life and beauty yonder infinite , Their radiant journey run , for ever set , Where , where , in what abyss shall I be groaning ? [ Exit . ] Hadad's Description of the City of David . - HILLHOUSE ...
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... roll Be FREE - not chiefly from the iron chain , But from the one which passion forges ; be The master of thyself ! If lost , regain The rule o'er chance , sense , circumstance . Be free . Trample thy proud lusts proudly ' neath thy ...
... roll Be FREE - not chiefly from the iron chain , But from the one which passion forges ; be The master of thyself ! If lost , regain The rule o'er chance , sense , circumstance . Be free . Trample thy proud lusts proudly ' neath thy ...
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... roll between The earth and skies , to darken human hope ? Or wherefore did those clouds thus intervene To render vain faith's lifted telescope , And leave him in thick gloom his weary way to grope ? He , too , could give himself to ...
... roll between The earth and skies , to darken human hope ? Or wherefore did those clouds thus intervene To render vain faith's lifted telescope , And leave him in thick gloom his weary way to grope ? He , too , could give himself to ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Absalom beam beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm CARLOS WILCOX clouds cold dark dead death deep dreams dwell earth eternal fair Father fear feel flowers gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow golden golden sun gone grave green Hadad hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helon hills holy hour land leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning mountain Nath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket orbs pale peace praise prayer pure rest roll round Rudbari Samuel F. B. Morse Sawney Beane scene shade shine shore silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream sublime sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thundering bands tomb tread trees Twas twill vale voice waters waves weary weep white-thorn wild winds wings woods youth
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Página 46 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 129 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 128 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Página 127 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 27 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Página 47 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Página 28 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Página 128 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Página 141 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Página 27 - 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. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...