Poetical Sketches of the South of FranceJ. Rodwell, 1831 - 119 |
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... French or Norman Conquerors , For English Kings 24 . Our aged Sovereign now Is gathered to his fathers in the grave ; Peace to his ashes ! To his memory Be honour , glory , love ! Long as the rocks , Which guard , his kingdom's southern ...
... French or Norman Conquerors , For English Kings 24 . Our aged Sovereign now Is gathered to his fathers in the grave ; Peace to his ashes ! To his memory Be honour , glory , love ! Long as the rocks , Which guard , his kingdom's southern ...
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... though it fade on a foreign coast , To the friends of his heart will never be lost : And when the dead wake at the last Trump's sound , With his glorified soul may his body be found . VI . THE PHANTOMS OF THE FOREST . A FRENCH POEMS . 61.
... though it fade on a foreign coast , To the friends of his heart will never be lost : And when the dead wake at the last Trump's sound , With his glorified soul may his body be found . VI . THE PHANTOMS OF THE FOREST . A FRENCH POEMS . 61.
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Benjamin Bailey. VI . THE PHANTOMS OF THE FOREST . A FRENCH TRADITION 27 . CHORUS OF SPIRITS . KING ! arrest thy courser's tread , Or be number'd with the dead ! FIRST SPIRIT . I , proud King , am the Spirit of FEAR ! Tremble , and my ...
Benjamin Bailey. VI . THE PHANTOMS OF THE FOREST . A FRENCH TRADITION 27 . CHORUS OF SPIRITS . KING ! arrest thy courser's tread , Or be number'd with the dead ! FIRST SPIRIT . I , proud King , am the Spirit of FEAR ! Tremble , and my ...
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... French are justly pro- verbial . We arrived on Saturday night , and rested on the following Sunday . In the evening I went into the town : I was aware of the different observance of the Lord's Day in Roman Catholic and in Protestant ...
... French are justly pro- verbial . We arrived on Saturday night , and rested on the following Sunday . In the evening I went into the town : I was aware of the different observance of the Lord's Day in Roman Catholic and in Protestant ...
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... French language , is mascu- line , and the Saone feminine . 5 . SONNET VII . The noble scenery , which inspired these verses , lies be- tween St. Vallier , a town delightfully situate on the banks of the Rhone , and Valence . We ...
... French language , is mascu- line , and the Saone feminine . 5 . SONNET VII . The noble scenery , which inspired these verses , lies be- tween St. Vallier , a town delightfully situate on the banks of the Rhone , and Valence . We ...
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ancient appear Avignon beams beauty beneath blue bosom breath breeze bright brow Burial at Sea church clime clouds cork trees dark dead dear death deep dialect doth earth fade fair Faith farewell French galley slaves Gaul glorious Greek language green fields Grief hath heart heaven hill hither Hyeres Immortality Joigny La Rochepot land language light Ligurian melancholy mellow mighty mirth MOOR'S HEAD nature night noble o'er Orgon patois Petrarch Phoceans poem proud King Provence quicklime rest Rhone River Yonne road Roche Don rock rocky Roman rude ruined Samphire Saone Savoy Mountains scene scenery setting sun shine shore side sleep soft SONNET sorrow soul SOUTH OF FRANCE spirits spot stone storm stream sublime sweet tears thee thine eye thou art thought thunder Toulon trees vale vaults visited voice walls waters waves ween wild wind wing wood WRITTEN IN FRANCE
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Strona 105 - Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Strona 93 - Twas not for fiction chose Rousseau this spot, Peopling it with affections ; but he found It was the scene which passion must allot To the mind's purified beings ; 'twas the ground Where early Love his Psyche's zone unbound, And...
Strona 92 - Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between Heights which appear as lovers who have parted In hate, whose mining depths so intervene, That they can meet no more, though broken-hearted ; Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed : Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
Strona 60 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead who die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Strona 92 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Strona 114 - Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy. The clouds were touched, And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he...
Strona 103 - Moreover ye see and hear, that not alone at Ephesus, but almost throughout all Asia, this Paul hath persuaded and turned away much people, saying that they be no gods, which...
Strona 32 - With inward stillness, and a bowed mind ; When lo ! its folds far waving on the wind, I saw the train of the departing Year ! Starting from my silent sadness Then with no unholy madness Ere yet the entered cloud foreclosed my sight, I raised the impetuous song, and solemnized his flight.
Strona 59 - O'er the corse of the deaf, unconscious dead. Then they bore his remains to the vessel's side, And committed them safe to the dark blue tide : One sullen plunge. — and the scene is o'er — The sea rolled on as it rolled before. In that classical sea, whose azure vies With the green of its shore, and the blue of its skies, In some pearly cave, in some coral cell, Oh! the dead shall sleep as sweetly, as well, As if shrined in the pomp of Parian tombs, Where the cast and me south breathe their rich...
Strona 59 - With the green of its shore, and the blue of its skies, In some pearly cave, in some coral cell, Oh ! the dead shall sleep as sweetly, as well As if shrined in the pomp of Parian tombs, Where the east and the south breathe their rich perfumes. Nor forgotten shall be the humblest one, Though he sleep in the watery waste...