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Strona 80
... weeping fill'd At the harp's familiar tone , And long - imprison'd woe gush'd forth With an energy love had known- It was a breaking heart that spoke Of a spirit overthrown . THE RECLUSE . Translated from the French of LAMARTINE . THE ...
... weeping fill'd At the harp's familiar tone , And long - imprison'd woe gush'd forth With an energy love had known- It was a breaking heart that spoke Of a spirit overthrown . THE RECLUSE . Translated from the French of LAMARTINE . THE ...
Strona 90
... weep a funeral elegy of tears ; That , trust me , my Amethus , I could chide Mine own unmanly weakness , that made me A fellow mourner with him . Amet . I believe thee . Men . He look'd upon the trophies of his art , Then sigh'd , then ...
... weep a funeral elegy of tears ; That , trust me , my Amethus , I could chide Mine own unmanly weakness , that made me A fellow mourner with him . Amet . I believe thee . Men . He look'd upon the trophies of his art , Then sigh'd , then ...
Strona 103
... weep at noon , To see the blush of morning gone . Could I forego the hopes that glow In prospect like Elysian isles , And let the charming future go With all her promises and smiles . The future ! cruel were the power Whose doom would ...
... weep at noon , To see the blush of morning gone . Could I forego the hopes that glow In prospect like Elysian isles , And let the charming future go With all her promises and smiles . The future ! cruel were the power Whose doom would ...
Strona 111
... weep aloud ? But little children take us by the hand , And gaze with trustful cheer into our eyes ; Patience and fortitude beside us stand In woman's shape , and waft to heav'n our sighs : The guiltless child holds back the arm of guilt ...
... weep aloud ? But little children take us by the hand , And gaze with trustful cheer into our eyes ; Patience and fortitude beside us stand In woman's shape , and waft to heav'n our sighs : The guiltless child holds back the arm of guilt ...
Strona 131
... weep ! Is it for love ( sweet pain ! ) That thus thou dar'st complain Unto our pleasant shades , our summer leaves , Where nought else grieves ? Come here , come here , and lie By whispering stream ! Here no one dares to die For Love's ...
... weep ! Is it for love ( sweet pain ! ) That thus thou dar'st complain Unto our pleasant shades , our summer leaves , Where nought else grieves ? Come here , come here , and lie By whispering stream ! Here no one dares to die For Love's ...
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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.