The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Volumen21Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... ! But seeming now , when all those days are o'er , The sounds of joy once heard and heard no more . ADVENTURES OF ARAGO . [ FRANÇOIS JEAN DOMINIQUE ARAGO : SONNET WRITTEN AT OSTEND . 37 Sonnet Written at Ostend Bowles.
... ! But seeming now , when all those days are o'er , The sounds of joy once heard and heard no more . ADVENTURES OF ARAGO . [ FRANÇOIS JEAN DOMINIQUE ARAGO : SONNET WRITTEN AT OSTEND . 37 Sonnet Written at Ostend Bowles.
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... o'er ; The vales of Lombardy grow dim behind , The rocks ascend before . They beckon me , the giants , from afar , They wing my footsteps on ; Their helms of ice , their plumage of the pine , Their cuirasses of stone . My heart beats ...
... o'er ; The vales of Lombardy grow dim behind , The rocks ascend before . They beckon me , the giants , from afar , They wing my footsteps on ; Their helms of ice , their plumage of the pine , Their cuirasses of stone . My heart beats ...
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... o'er book and scroll , With soothing power , thy radiance stole ! In thy dear light , ah , might I climb , Freely , some mountain height sublime , Round mountain caves with spirits ride , In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide , And ...
... o'er book and scroll , With soothing power , thy radiance stole ! In thy dear light , ah , might I climb , Freely , some mountain height sublime , Round mountain caves with spirits ride , In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide , And ...
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... O'er my sad heart with rapture stealing , And by a mystic impulse , to my soul , The powers of nature all around revealing ? Am I a God ? What light intense ! In these pure symbols do I see Nature exert her vital energy . Now of the ...
... O'er my sad heart with rapture stealing , And by a mystic impulse , to my soul , The powers of nature all around revealing ? Am I a God ? What light intense ! In these pure symbols do I see Nature exert her vital energy . Now of the ...
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... o'er the board to spread , To strew the crisping sand beneath thy tread . Dear hand ! so godlike in its ministry ! The hut becomes a paradise through thee ! And here [ He raises the bed - curtain . How thrills my pulse with strange ...
... o'er the board to spread , To strew the crisping sand beneath thy tread . Dear hand ! so godlike in its ministry ! The hut becomes a paradise through thee ! And here [ He raises the bed - curtain . How thrills my pulse with strange ...
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ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER Angela arms Augereau Baron beautiful began Bennet Bucentaure called Captain cards CHARLES LAMB Chevalier child Colonel commanded cried dear death door dreams Elizabeth enemy Erling exclaimed eyes Fabrice face father Faust fear feel fell fire FITZ-GREENE HALLECK French frigate Fritz Goethe guns Hakon hand hast head heard heart heaven honor hour Huldbrand hussar Karker king knew Lady light live looked Lord Lord Castlereagh louis d'or Mephistopheles mind morning Napoleon Nelson never night o'er once passed play poor relation of ideas replied RICHARD GARNETT Rip Van Winkle rose round sail Saint-Cyr seemed ship shot side silence sleep soon soul spirit stood stranger tears tell thee thine things thou thought took trees turned Undine Vertua Victory voice whist wife Winkle wish words young
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Página 273 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 272 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Página 331 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 271 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 22 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 335 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror...
Página 270 - TO him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language: for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Página 333 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 334 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 272 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.