PoemsC. Wiley, 1823 - 396 páginas |
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... loveliness , and die Without an eye to watch them , or a heart To gladden in their beauty — or in that , The fondest to the pure and delicate , The gentle deed of charity , the gift That cheers the widow , or dries up the flow Of a lone ...
... loveliness , and die Without an eye to watch them , or a heart To gladden in their beauty — or in that , The fondest to the pure and delicate , The gentle deed of charity , the gift That cheers the widow , or dries up the flow Of a lone ...
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... loveliness were painted , and all airs Of fragrance flowing . In the pure blue heaven , Calm as a summer day , serenity Smiled ever , and their hearts partook the calm , That reigned so bright around them . " Twas a time Of Eden , such ...
... loveliness were painted , and all airs Of fragrance flowing . In the pure blue heaven , Calm as a summer day , serenity Smiled ever , and their hearts partook the calm , That reigned so bright around them . " Twas a time Of Eden , such ...
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... loveliness still find Charms of a higher order , and a power Deeper and more resistless . Had I found Such thoughts and feelings , such a clear deep stream Of mind , in one whom vulgar men had thrown As a dull pebble from them , I had ...
... loveliness still find Charms of a higher order , and a power Deeper and more resistless . Had I found Such thoughts and feelings , such a clear deep stream Of mind , in one whom vulgar men had thrown As a dull pebble from them , I had ...
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... loveliness , this glow Of Nature in its manhood ; now expand All to the embrace of the sweet airs , that blow Wafting fresh odours from the bowers they fanned , To meet the sweeter breath of a diviner land : Where on the coast the ...
... loveliness , this glow Of Nature in its manhood ; now expand All to the embrace of the sweet airs , that blow Wafting fresh odours from the bowers they fanned , To meet the sweeter breath of a diviner land : Where on the coast the ...
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... loveliness , we form Within a magic fane , whose sun - gilt spire Burns in the azure firmament - the storm Is portion of its majesty , we warm , Not tremble in the lightning's vivid glare- Sounds must be heard from Heaven , that they ...
... loveliness , we form Within a magic fane , whose sun - gilt spire Burns in the azure firmament - the storm Is portion of its majesty , we warm , Not tremble in the lightning's vivid glare- Sounds must be heard from Heaven , that they ...
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awhile bard and sage beam beauty bending beneath billows blended bloom blue bosom bowers breast breath bright brow calm charm cittern clouds cold courser curls dark dart deep dewy dream dwell earth eternal ethereal fair feeling fire flame flash flow flowers foam fond frown gale gaze glance glassy ocean gloom glory glow hath heart Heaven hills hung kindled lifted light light fantastic lips living lonely look loveliness lyre mantle mellow melting moon mountain Mytilene Naiad night o'er ocean pale pure rill roar rock roll rose round rush sail seemed shade shine shone shore silent sleep smile snow soft sorrow soul sound sparkling spirit spread spring stars steals storm strain stream sweet sweetly swell tears tempest tender thee thou thought throne tints trembling vale VAUCLUSE vermil voice wake wandered wave wild wind wing
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Página 191 - And mantled with its beauty ; and the walls That close the universe with crystal in Are eloquent with voices that proclaim The unseen glories of immensity In harmonies too perfect and too high For aught but beings of celestial...
Página 318 - DEEP in the wave is a coral grove, Where the purple mullet, and gold-fish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine.
Página 360 - On thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break, As down he bears before the gale. On thy fair bosom, waveless stream, The dipping paddle echoes far, And flashes in the moonlight gleam, And bright reflects the polar star.
Página 140 - O ! with a joy no gifted tongue can tell, I hurry o'er the waters, when the sail Swells tensely, and the light keel glances well Over the curling billow, and the gale Comes off the spicy groves to tell its winning tale.
Página 255 - HE comes not — I have watched the moon go down, But yet he comes not. — Once it was not so. He thinks not how these bitter tears do flow, The while he holds his riot in that town.
Página 140 - I, too, have seen thee on thy surging path, When the night tempest met thee ; thou didst dash Thy white arms high in heaven, as if in wrath Threatening the angry sky ; thy waves did lash The laboring vessel, and with deadening crash Rush madly forth to scourge its groaning sides ; Onward thy billows came to meet and clash In a wild warfare, till the lifted tides Mingled their yesty tops, where the dark stormcloud rides.
Página 323 - But the spirit, that shades the quiet cot With its wings of love, was there. I found that lily's bloom When the day was dark and chill : It smiled, like a star in the misty gloom, And it sent abroad a soft perfume, Which is floating around me still.
Página 310 - His gold-hiked sword At his bright belt is hung. His mantle of silk On his shoulder is flung, And high waves the feather, That dances and plays On his cap where the buckle And rosary blaze. The maid from her lattice Looks down on the lake, To see the foam sparkle, The bright billow break, And to hear in his boat, Where he shines like a star, Her lover so tenderly Touch his Guitar.
Página 137 - Thou wheel'st away thy flight, — the woods are shorn . Of all their waving locks, and storms awake ; All, that was once so beautiful, is torn By the wild winds which plough the lonely lake, And in their maddening rush the crested mountains shake.
Página 77 - She lives in her affections ; for the grave Has closed upon her husband, children ; all Her hopes are with the arm she trusts will save Her treasured jewels ; though her views are small, Though she has never mounted high, to fall And writhe in her debasement, yet the spring Of her meek, tender feelings cannot pall Her unperverted palate, but will bring A joy without regret, a bliss that has no sting.