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... gently glanc'd O'er the young leaves a sweet farewell ; But ah ! to these delightless eyes How vacant seem'd the bloomy cell ! Tho ' gilded by so mild a light , Tho ' linnets warbled in the gale , A lone , and wintry air it wore , And ...
... gently glanc'd O'er the young leaves a sweet farewell ; But ah ! to these delightless eyes How vacant seem'd the bloomy cell ! Tho ' gilded by so mild a light , Tho ' linnets warbled in the gale , A lone , and wintry air it wore , And ...
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... gentle voice Of Love's persuasive pleadings drown . That sylvan cottage is thine own , A tender mother's kind bequest , Far from thy haughty Father's power , " Twill give us shelter , food , and rest . Till that was thine , thou know'st ...
... gentle voice Of Love's persuasive pleadings drown . That sylvan cottage is thine own , A tender mother's kind bequest , Far from thy haughty Father's power , " Twill give us shelter , food , and rest . Till that was thine , thou know'st ...
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... gentle shaking of the frame To slumber lulls the vital flame ; Till , like an infant sooth'd to rest , We sink upon the MAKER's breast . SONG . THO ' in the festive circle , gay , You see me move in frolic measure ; Mark on my cheek ...
... gentle shaking of the frame To slumber lulls the vital flame ; Till , like an infant sooth'd to rest , We sink upon the MAKER's breast . SONG . THO ' in the festive circle , gay , You see me move in frolic measure ; Mark on my cheek ...
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... gently down one brighter beam , And let it glance on Delia's eye . That eye , responsive to thy light , Shall tremble with a brighter ray , For well she loves to woo the night , When thou thy crescent dost display . And often when the ...
... gently down one brighter beam , And let it glance on Delia's eye . That eye , responsive to thy light , Shall tremble with a brighter ray , For well she loves to woo the night , When thou thy crescent dost display . And often when the ...
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... gently waru'd me to be gone . But ah ! these times are past , and drear Unlovely prospects greet the eye ; And tho ' Orion rises here , Orion glides unheeded by . For now ten times thy growing horn , Has glisten'd on Night's forehead ...
... gently waru'd me to be gone . But ah ! these times are past , and drear Unlovely prospects greet the eye ; And tho ' Orion rises here , Orion glides unheeded by . For now ten times thy growing horn , Has glisten'd on Night's forehead ...
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Página 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 296 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! 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 296 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Página 175 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Página 183 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Página 232 - Greatness and goodness are not means but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ? Three treasures,- love and light, And calm thoughts regular as infant's breath : And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Página 295 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! 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!
Página 218 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Página 168 - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; No prophet bards...
Página 169 - And as the seer on Pisgah's topmost brow With glistening eye beheld the plain below, With prescient ardour drank the scented gale, And bade the opening glades of Canaan hail, Her eagle eye shall scan the prospect wide. From...