Russell's Magazine, Volumen 4Paul Hamilton Payne Walker, Evans & Company, 1859 |
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Página 434 - mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe ! shall wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags...
Página 371 - Avaunt ! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise, " But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days ! " Let no bell toll ! — lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth, " Should catch the note, as it doth float — up from the damned Earth. " To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven — " From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven — " From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven.
Página 202 - EXPERIENCE The lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift, and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name; — Some to see, some to be guessed, They marched from east to west: Little man, least of all, Among the legs of his guardians tall, Walked about with puzzled look: — Him by the hand dear Nature took; Dearest Nature,...
Página 371 - But rave not thus, and let a Sabbath song Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong! The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside, Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride! — For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, The life upon her yellow hair, but not within her eyes, — The life still there, upon her hair, — the death upon her eyes.
Página 438 - She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be ; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me. O then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne'er reply, And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye : Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.
Página 33 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become • A kneaded clod...
Página 33 - What are these which are arrayed in white robes ? and whence came they? And I said unto him ; Sir thou knowest. And he said to me ; These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
Página 480 - ... thee, In worthy deeds, each moment that is told While thou, beloved one! art far from me. For thee I will arouse my thoughts to try All heavenward flights, all high and holy strains ; For thy dear sake I will walk patiently Through these long hours, nor call their minutes pains. I will this dreary blank of absence make A noble task-time ; and will therein strive To follow excellence, and to o'ertake More good than I have won since yet I live.
Página 434 - We lived, ere yet this robe of flesh we wore. 0 my sweet baby ! when I reach my door, If heavy looks should tell me thou art dead, (As sometimes, through excess of hope, I fear...
Página 480 - I'll tell thee; for thy sake I will lay hold Of all good aims, and consecrate to thee, In worthy deeds, each moment that is told While thou, beloved one! art far from me.