The Young Lady's Book of Elegant Poetry: Comprising Selections from the Works of British and American PoetsDesilver, Thomas, and Company, 1836 - 320 |
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... Heaven's harmonies . Comus . Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something holy lodges in that breast , And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence ...
... Heaven's harmonies . Comus . Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something holy lodges in that breast , And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence ...
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... heaven and bless thee ; for from them I learnt The way by which we reach the eternal mansions . But thou , injurious Javan ! coldly doubtest . And - Oh ! but I have said too much . Oh ! scorn not The immodest maid , whom thou hast vex'd ...
... heaven and bless thee ; for from them I learnt The way by which we reach the eternal mansions . But thou , injurious Javan ! coldly doubtest . And - Oh ! but I have said too much . Oh ! scorn not The immodest maid , whom thou hast vex'd ...
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... heavens , O'er the lone traveller in the trackless desert . Go ! if this dark and miserable earth Do jealously refuse us place for meeting , There is a heaven for those who trust in Christ . MILMAN . HARMONY . EFTSOONS they heard a most ...
... heavens , O'er the lone traveller in the trackless desert . Go ! if this dark and miserable earth Do jealously refuse us place for meeting , There is a heaven for those who trust in Christ . MILMAN . HARMONY . EFTSOONS they heard a most ...
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... Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place . Joy have I had ; and going hence I bear away my recompense . In spots like these it is we prize Our memory , feel that she hath eyes : Then , why should I be loath to stir ...
... Heaven ! that of its grace Hath led me to this lonely place . Joy have I had ; and going hence I bear away my recompense . In spots like these it is we prize Our memory , feel that she hath eyes : Then , why should I be loath to stir ...
Strona 32
... heaven of eve , When round th ' horizon seems to weave A sea of clouds , whose bosoms heave In floating beauty there . Those fleecy phantoms - how they glide In all the quietude of pride , Moved by the gales of eventide Along the ...
... heaven of eve , When round th ' horizon seems to weave A sea of clouds , whose bosoms heave In floating beauty there . Those fleecy phantoms - how they glide In all the quietude of pride , Moved by the gales of eventide Along the ...
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Strona 18 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Strona 97 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes.
Strona 97 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Strona 300 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; LXXXVII.
Strona 229 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine. And all things fair and bright are thine!
Strona 101 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet. The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased, the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Strona 108 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Strona 100 - Be smooth, ye rocks ; ye rapid floods, give way ! The Saviour comes, by ancient bards foretold ! Hear him, ye deaf, and all ye blind, behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day. 'Tis He th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear, And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Strona 96 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Strona 113 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...