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... swelling train ; In the fountain's eddy plays : Down the hill , in slow meanders , Many a lonely region o'er ; Ever plaining as it wanders , Murmurs to it's native shore . LINES , Written in the Park of Wentworth - House 24.
... swelling train ; In the fountain's eddy plays : Down the hill , in slow meanders , Many a lonely region o'er ; Ever plaining as it wanders , Murmurs to it's native shore . LINES , Written in the Park of Wentworth - House 24.
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... shore , The realm of trade thy view shall greet , Where busy labour plies the oar , And jostles in the crouded street . Unhonour'd and unnotic'd there , Thou shalt illume the lonely sky : Then why to these dull sons of care , Bright ...
... shore , The realm of trade thy view shall greet , Where busy labour plies the oar , And jostles in the crouded street . Unhonour'd and unnotic'd there , Thou shalt illume the lonely sky : Then why to these dull sons of care , Bright ...
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... shores . And there , more worth than groves or streams , The living life of beauty shines , From many an eye its lustre gleams , And many a heart its force refines . And tho ' with thee secure I range Across the blue star - sprinkled ...
... shores . And there , more worth than groves or streams , The living life of beauty shines , From many an eye its lustre gleams , And many a heart its force refines . And tho ' with thee secure I range Across the blue star - sprinkled ...
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... shore , Follow the white sails , and the dashing oar ; Ye Tritons too , that in great Neptune's court With Panope and Arethusa sport ; And you , ye Naiads , of each brook and lake , Your glassy halls and osier groves forsake , While o ...
... shore , Follow the white sails , and the dashing oar ; Ye Tritons too , that in great Neptune's court With Panope and Arethusa sport ; And you , ye Naiads , of each brook and lake , Your glassy halls and osier groves forsake , While o ...
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... shores will creep The fair , and silver - slippered moon , And smile the river boys asleep . In sedgy cradles calm they lie , Come , take hands then , one and all , And , to yon tinkling waterfall , Sing lulla , lulla , lullaby ...
... shores will creep The fair , and silver - slippered moon , And smile the river boys asleep . In sedgy cradles calm they lie , Come , take hands then , one and all , And , to yon tinkling waterfall , Sing lulla , lulla , lullaby ...
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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...