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bright Malvern Hills in breathless till , ere he remembers that far - off Lon- delight ,
slowly turning round our don has vanished quite away , he looks head in
obedience to the beauty and up , and lo ! the Towers of Windsor— grandeur of
that ...
bright Malvern Hills in breathless till , ere he remembers that far - off Lon- delight ,
slowly turning round our don has vanished quite away , he looks head in
obedience to the beauty and up , and lo ! the Towers of Windsor— grandeur of
that ...
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And still the green is bright with flowers ; And dancing through the sunny hours ,
Like blossoms from enchanted bowers On a sudden wafted by , Obedient to the
changeful air , And proudly feeling they are fair , Glide bird and butterfly : But ...
And still the green is bright with flowers ; And dancing through the sunny hours ,
Like blossoms from enchanted bowers On a sudden wafted by , Obedient to the
changeful air , And proudly feeling they are fair , Glide bird and butterfly : But ...
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For when on earth thou wert as bright As angel form might be : And mem'ry shall
exist in night , If we think not of thee . For , oh , thy beauty o'er us came Like a fair
sunset beam , And the sweet music of thy name Was pure as aught might deem ...
For when on earth thou wert as bright As angel form might be : And mem'ry shall
exist in night , If we think not of thee . For , oh , thy beauty o'er us came Like a fair
sunset beam , And the sweet music of thy name Was pure as aught might deem ...
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How have I looked , till hope grew sick , for a moment bright as this ; Thou hast
flashed upon my aching sight , when fortune's clouds are dark , The sunny spirit
of my dreams — the dove unto mine ark ! Oh no , not e'en when life was new ,
and ...
How have I looked , till hope grew sick , for a moment bright as this ; Thou hast
flashed upon my aching sight , when fortune's clouds are dark , The sunny spirit
of my dreams — the dove unto mine ark ! Oh no , not e'en when life was new ,
and ...
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On aged roots , with bright green mosses though the grain be ripening , the clad ,
Dwells the wood - sorrel , with its bright thin beautiful buck - wheat , of which the
leaves transparent leaves and stalks are so Heart - shaped and triply folded ...
On aged roots , with bright green mosses though the grain be ripening , the clad ,
Dwells the wood - sorrel , with its bright thin beautiful buck - wheat , of which the
leaves transparent leaves and stalks are so Heart - shaped and triply folded ...
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animals appear beautiful become better blood body bright called carried cause character close continued course dark death delight door dream earth effect existence eyes face father fear feeling felt flowers give half hand happy head heard heart heaven hope hour human Italy kind least leave less light living look matter means ment mind morning nature never night object observed once organic pass person poor possess present produced remained rest round seemed seen sense side soon soul sound speak spirit strong sure sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion tree truth turned voice whole wish young youth
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Página 113 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Página 113 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 113 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 113 - 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.
Página 191 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 277 - And peace went with them, one and all, And each calm pillow spread: But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red!
Página 114 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Página 428 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
Página 277 - One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man and old: I led him to a lonely field; The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!
Página 278 - Oh, God ! that horrid, horrid dream Besets me now awake ! Again — again, with dizzy brain, The human life I take ; And my red right hand grows raging hot, Like Cranmer's at the stake. " And still no peace for the restless clay, Will wave or mould allow ; The horrid thing pursues my soul, — It stands before me now ! " The fearful Boy looked up, and saw Huge drops upon his brow.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Spirit of the English Magazines Volúmenes68-69;Volúmenes1365-1366 de American periodical series: 1800-1850 |
| Editor | Munroe and Francis, 1828 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 13 Mar 2007 |
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