CriticismsLongman. Brown, and Company, 1848 - 99 Seiten |
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... hand along A sunny bank on flowers - the busy world Goes on around us , and its multitudes Pass by me and I look ... hands clasped side by side , - And we have sung together ; and have walked , Full of one thought , along the homeward ...
... hand along A sunny bank on flowers - the busy world Goes on around us , and its multitudes Pass by me and I look ... hands clasped side by side , - And we have sung together ; and have walked , Full of one thought , along the homeward ...
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... hand , and thy clear eye Glistened beside my forehead and at length Thou saidst - " ' Tis time we went to rest ; " and then We rose and parted for the night : no words But those were spoken , and we never since Have told each other of ...
... hand , and thy clear eye Glistened beside my forehead and at length Thou saidst - " ' Tis time we went to rest ; " and then We rose and parted for the night : no words But those were spoken , and we never since Have told each other of ...
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... hand , even from this , with all its jarring noises , and discordant sounds , and crashing thunders , would there breathe forth a stillness and a tranquil quietude . Why labour we so earnestly in our youth and manhood ? why exhaust we ...
... hand , even from this , with all its jarring noises , and discordant sounds , and crashing thunders , would there breathe forth a stillness and a tranquil quietude . Why labour we so earnestly in our youth and manhood ? why exhaust we ...
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... hands at prayer . We wended onwards towards the church of St. Ninian , now stopping to gaze on the unruffled serenity ... hand is grasped with tenderest love , the tear rolls Nor is the gay luxuriousness of the Assyrian capital less 12 ...
... hands at prayer . We wended onwards towards the church of St. Ninian , now stopping to gaze on the unruffled serenity ... hand is grasped with tenderest love , the tear rolls Nor is the gay luxuriousness of the Assyrian capital less 12 ...
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... hand : And , as she played , a song of love she sang , BOOK XI . That stirred and melted him . Her gem starred zone , As heaved and fell her bosom , might appear With smiles now brightening , darkening now with sighs . An atmosphere ...
... hand : And , as she played , a song of love she sang , BOOK XI . That stirred and melted him . Her gem starred zone , As heaved and fell her bosom , might appear With smiles now brightening , darkening now with sighs . An atmosphere ...
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amid anon beam beauty behold beneath blessed bliss blue blue heavens bosom breathe breeze bright calm charm clouds Countess Pillar creation dark dawn death deep deeper delicious delight divine Dovedale dream earth Edward Irving enchanting Endymion eternal everlasting exquisite fair feel flowers gaze gentle gloom glorious glory glow golden grace grandeur hallowed happiness hath heard heart heaven hills holiest holy hour hymn idolatry immortal JAMES HURDIS land light listen look loveliness lyre magnificent melancholy melody minstrelsy morning murmuring nether earth night Nineveh o'er onwards passed peace pensive poems poet Pollok quiet quietude rill river Manifold roll roll of thunders rose scene scent serene sigh silent silver smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strain stream sublime sunny sweet sweeter swelling tenderness thee things thou thought thrilling throbbing throne trees unruffled upwards voice wander waters wild winds witchery youth
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Seite 42 - 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 ! 0 dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Seite 42 - 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!
Seite 42 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came) Here let the billows stiffen and have rest...
Seite 44 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Seite 45 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore And in his hands and feet the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts He drew them forth, and healed and bade me live.
Seite 43 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Seite 63 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Seite 44 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Seite 42 - Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing - there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Seite 64 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.