The Fair Island: A Poem, in Six CantosF.&J. Rivington, 1851 - 204 páginas |
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bathed beam beamy beauty Beneath billows bird blue blue air BONCHURCH bough bower Brading breast breath bright brooding brook brow calm CANTO Carisbrook cave cerulean cliff climb coracle craggy dark deep delight dewy divine dream dwell earth elms evermore flood flow flower fruitful gleam glebe glen glide glow golden green grey grove hanging hath haunted heart heaven height hill and dale hoary hollow hope hope and fear human voices hung land leafy light lofty mortal mountain murmur o'er Orontes pain pensive plunge promontory purple purple clover rapt rill ripple river rock roll'd rolling rose round serene shade shadow sheen shore sleep smooth starry steep stone stony stream sublime sunny sweet tempest thou thro thunder tide tower tree vale verdure vernal voice wandering waters wave ween wild wind wings wood Yarbridge Yaverland yellow
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Página 68 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 113 - Set in the midst of our meridian Isle, By wandering heaths and pensive woods embraced, With dewy meads, and downs of open smile, And winding waters, naturally graced, The rural capital is meetly placed.
Página 7 - It is surrounded by fragments of rock, chalk cliffs, and steep banks of broken earth. Shut out from human intercourse and dwellings, it seems formed for retirement and contemplation. On one of these rocks I unexpectedly observed a man sitting with a book, which he was reading. The place was near two hundred yards...
Página 84 - What mortal eye can fix'd behold? Who stalks his round, an hideous form, Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep...
Página 98 - Tinted by time, the solitary stone On the green hill of Mote each storm withstood, Grows dim with hoary lichen overgrown.
Página 42 - Gone in a moment ! hurried headlong down From light and hope to darkness and despair ! Plunged into utter night without renown ! Bereft of all, — home, country, earth, and air, — Without a warning, yea, without a prayer ! So swiftly round them did the waters sweep, The strangling waters never known to spare ! Peace be their portion ! undisturb'd their sleep Beside the murmuring main, or down the channel'd deep ' ! 1 " When Kempenfelt went down, With twice four hundred men.
Página 149 - ... the calm haven of an equal mind, Content in quietude to live and die, Dwell unreproved and build your hope on high ! Who, when the powers of storm and darkness smite The deep, and shadows overcast the sky, Draw from the dreamy caves of sound and sight Voices of dulcet tone and visions of delight ! " Fortunate ye ! who those fine cells employ To treasure duly all this earth displays Of beauty, and of bounty, and of joy; Who to the Giver of all good upraise The homage of the heart, continual praise...
Página 8 - The place was near two hundred yards perpendicular below me ; but I soon discovered by his dress, and by the black colour of his features, contrasted with the white rocks beside him, that it was no other than my negro disciple, with, as I doubted not, a Bible in his hand.
Página 65 - Here mused the sullen mind, and o'er the deep Cast how in blood the scepter'd hand to steep.
Página 110 - Bernini's bust was destroyed when the palace of Whitehall was burned in 1697. Very different was the King's appearance in 1648 from what it had been eleven years ago, when that picture was painted in the thirty-seventh year of his age. ' Wild as a wave his beard in silver stream'd — His long thin locks dishevell'd hung in air, With many winters he familiar seem'd, But few had numbcr'd ; such a spell hath care The cheek to channel, and to change the hair!