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Strona 76
... the less , In forms of passing loveliness . O God ! this is a holy hour : - Thy breath is o'er the land ; I feel it in each little flower Around me where I stand , - In all the moonshine scatter'd fair , Above , below 76 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... the less , In forms of passing loveliness . O God ! this is a holy hour : - Thy breath is o'er the land ; I feel it in each little flower Around me where I stand , - In all the moonshine scatter'd fair , Above , below 76 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
Strona 81
... breath of spring Lent her from Heaven - I've lost all reckoning . How oft since I this rock have made my bed , The kite its plumes , the oak its fruit hath shed ! My soul , oh God , possess'd but by Thy praise , Heeds not time's records ...
... breath of spring Lent her from Heaven - I've lost all reckoning . How oft since I this rock have made my bed , The kite its plumes , the oak its fruit hath shed ! My soul , oh God , possess'd but by Thy praise , Heeds not time's records ...
Strona 84
... breath Through the cloud , to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath . Oh ! our Sophocles , the royal ! Who was born to monarch's place- And who made the whole world loyal , Less by kingly power than grace . Our Euripides , the ...
... breath Through the cloud , to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath . Oh ! our Sophocles , the royal ! Who was born to monarch's place- And who made the whole world loyal , Less by kingly power than grace . Our Euripides , the ...
Strona 88
... breathing marble , perish ? Must putrefaction's breath Leave nothing of this heavenly sight But loathsomeness and ruin ... breath of roseate morning Chaseth into darkness ? Will Ianthe wake again , And give that faithful bosom joy Whose ...
... breathing marble , perish ? Must putrefaction's breath Leave nothing of this heavenly sight But loathsomeness and ruin ... breath of roseate morning Chaseth into darkness ? Will Ianthe wake again , And give that faithful bosom joy Whose ...
Strona 115
... breath'd freer . With sickening dread She had watch'd five pale young moons unfold From their notchy cavern in light , and spread To the fuller light , and again grow old , And dwindle away to a luminous shred . " He will not come back ...
... breath'd freer . With sickening dread She had watch'd five pale young moons unfold From their notchy cavern in light , and spread To the fuller light , and again grow old , And dwindle away to a luminous shred . " He will not come back ...
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beauty beneath bird bless blue breast breath bright brow Brown child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream drop earth eyes face fair fall fear feel fire flowers golden green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hills hope hour kiss land leaves lies light lips live look moon morning mountain nature never night o'er once pass past poem poor rest rise rose round scene shade shadow shine side sight silent sing sits sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars strange stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees voice wander waters wave weep wide wild wind wings woods young youth
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Strona 159 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Strona 173 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Strona 87 - How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
Strona 384 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 383 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Strona 272 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Strona 217 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite!
Strona 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Strona 193 - Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, "Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
Strona 383 - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.