Memorials of a Residence on the Continent, and Historical PoemsE. Moxon, 1838 - 166 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Almanzor antient art thou beauty BEGGAR'S CASTLE beneath beside bless blest blood bosom bound breast bright brow calm CHARLEMAGNE child Christ Christian conscious dare dear Death DECIUS BRUTUS deep delight DEPARTURE OF ST divine dream earnest earth eternal eve'ry eyes face faith fame fear feel FIESOLE gaze glory gold GONDOLA grace grave hand heart Heaven hills hour IRELAND ITALY JESUS JUNGFRAU King land light living looks Lord memory moon mortal Nature Nature's never night o'er pain passion PATRICK FROM SCOTLAND PETRARCH PICTURES IN VERSE pleasant pomp pray Provençal quive'ring rest rills Rome round SALZBURG SAUL AND DAVID scorn shadow shame shore sight smile song sorrow soul Spain spirit stood strong summer land sway sweet Tadmor tears thee thine things thou art thought toil tomb Traun Venetian VENICE voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wande'ring wealth words
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Página 124 - And it came to pass when the spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp and played with his hand. So Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him
Página 124 - And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp, and played with his hand: so Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him.
Página 38 - Not in the rude compiler's painted shell, But in thine own memorials of live stone, And in the pictures of thy kneeling princes, And in the lofty words on lofty tombs, And in the breath of ancient chroniclers, And in the music of the outer sea.
Página 46 - A windowless, deformed and dreary pile; And on the top an open tower, where hung A bell, which in the radiance swayed and swung; We could just hear its hoarse and iron tongue: The broad sun sunk behind it, and it tolled In strong and black relief.
Página 38 - WHEN along the light ripple the far serenade Has accosted the ear of each passionate maid, She may open the window that looks on the stream, — She may smile on her pillow and blend it in dream ; Half in words, half in music, it pierces the gloom, " I am coming — Stall — but you know not for whom ! Stall — not for whom ! " Now the tones become clearer, — you hear more and more How the water divided returns on the oar, — Does the prow of the gondola strike on the stair ? Do the voices and...
Página 5 - Form'd by the slow decay of num'rous years, — The couch of moss, whose growth alone appears, Beneath the fir's inhospitable eaves, — The chirp and flutter of some single bird, The rustle in the brake, — what precious store Of joys have these on poets...
Página 28 - And the open Ocean's roll. How pleasant was that grassy shore, When one for months had been Shut up in streets, — to feel once more One's foot-fall on the green ! There are thick trees too in that place ; But straight from sea to sea, Over a rough uncultured space, The path goes drearily. I passed along, with many a bound, To hail the fresh free wave ; But, pausing, wonderingly found I was treading on a grave. Then, at one careless...
Página 107 - That noble type is realized again In perfect form; and dedicate — to whom ? To a poor Syrian girl of lowliest name, — A hapless creature, pitiful and frail As ever wore her life in sin and shame ? " R. II. MILHES. The saint, whether she were " the lowly Syrian girl " or the
Página 39 - Then return to your couch, you who stifle a tear, — Then awake not, fair sleeper — believe he is here ; For the young and the loving no sorrow endures, If to-day be another's, to-morrow is yours; — May, the next time you listen, your fancy be true,
Página 24 - That Venice must of needs eternal be, For Heaven had looked through the pellucid air, And cast its reflex in the crystal sea, And Venice was the image pictured there ;" * I hear them now, and tremble, for I seem As treading on an unsubstantial dream.