Gift of Sentiment: A Souvenir for 1854Rufus Wilmot Griswold Leavitt & Allen, 1854 - 288 |
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Strona 34
... ne'er knew love's sad satiety . Waking or asleep , Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after , And pine for what is not ...
... ne'er knew love's sad satiety . Waking or asleep , Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after , And pine for what is not ...
Strona 42
... ne'er hath been re- newed- A light inherent - let not man despair ; Still be hope ardent , patience unsubdued ; For still is nature fair , and thought divine , And art hath won a world in models pure as thine . Gaze on yon forms ...
... ne'er hath been re- newed- A light inherent - let not man despair ; Still be hope ardent , patience unsubdued ; For still is nature fair , and thought divine , And art hath won a world in models pure as thine . Gaze on yon forms ...
Strona 134
... er , To enslave us to our fate ; Whose false delight is easier got than kept , - Content ne'er on its gaudy pillow slept . Then how fondly do we try , With such superstitious care , To build fabrics in the air ; Or seek safety in that ...
... er , To enslave us to our fate ; Whose false delight is easier got than kept , - Content ne'er on its gaudy pillow slept . Then how fondly do we try , With such superstitious care , To build fabrics in the air ; Or seek safety in that ...
Strona 151
... Ne'er drew ambition's eye , ' Scaped a tumultuous world's alarms , To your retreats I fly . Deep in your most sequestered bower Let me at last recline , Where Solitude , mild , modest power , Leans on her ivied shrine . " How shall I ...
... Ne'er drew ambition's eye , ' Scaped a tumultuous world's alarms , To your retreats I fly . Deep in your most sequestered bower Let me at last recline , Where Solitude , mild , modest power , Leans on her ivied shrine . " How shall I ...
Strona 163
... ne'er look for it but in Heaven again . I swear , ' tis better to be lowly born , And range with humble livers in content , Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief , And wear a golden sorrow . Shakespear . SONNET . BY DRUMMOND ...
... ne'er look for it but in Heaven again . I swear , ' tis better to be lowly born , And range with humble livers in content , Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief , And wear a golden sorrow . Shakespear . SONNET . BY DRUMMOND ...
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Strona 33 - 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; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Strona 102 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Strona 34 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Strona 141 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Strona 179 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : " Come one, come all ! This rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Strona 35 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Strona 98 - As with a wedge! but when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Strona 88 - My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle that still goes on, In silence, round me, — the perpetual work Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed Forever.
Strona 101 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these Heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Strona 102 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.