The Gem book of poesie, by the author of 'The ancient poets and poetry of England'.1846 - Всего страниц: 160 |
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... wings and in your notes his praise . Ye that in waters glide , and ye that walk The earth , and stately tread , or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent , morn or even , To hill , or valley , fountain , or fresh shade , Made vocal by my ...
... wings and in your notes his praise . Ye that in waters glide , and ye that walk The earth , and stately tread , or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent , morn or even , To hill , or valley , fountain , or fresh shade , Made vocal by my ...
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... wing , Soar from all - consuming flame to heaven , And flourish o'er the ashes of a world !!! W. MARTIN . GOD OUR REFUGE . ETERNAL Lord of light and life ; the soul Of nature and the Deity of all , Whose spirit bending o'er the wondrous ...
... wing , Soar from all - consuming flame to heaven , And flourish o'er the ashes of a world !!! W. MARTIN . GOD OUR REFUGE . ETERNAL Lord of light and life ; the soul Of nature and the Deity of all , Whose spirit bending o'er the wondrous ...
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... wing ! Thy kingdom is the universe , enshrined By the ten thousand suns that gleam above ; Thy temple is the all immortal mind Deliver'd from its tumults by thy love , And though thy presence beams throughout all space , Yet is the ...
... wing ! Thy kingdom is the universe , enshrined By the ten thousand suns that gleam above ; Thy temple is the all immortal mind Deliver'd from its tumults by thy love , And though thy presence beams throughout all space , Yet is the ...
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... wings , Low hid in the valley the nightingale sings . GOD spake the lion , steer , and horse , Spring from the moisten'd clay , While round the breast of mother earth Bees hum and lambkins play . They give life to the mountain , they ...
... wings , Low hid in the valley the nightingale sings . GOD spake the lion , steer , and horse , Spring from the moisten'd clay , While round the breast of mother earth Bees hum and lambkins play . They give life to the mountain , they ...
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... wings the air , that skims the plains , United praise bestow ; Ye dragons , sound his awful name To heaven aloud , and roar acclaim , Ye swelling deeps below . Let every element rejoice ; Ye thunders , burst with awful voice , To him ...
... wings the air , that skims the plains , United praise bestow ; Ye dragons , sound his awful name To heaven aloud , and roar acclaim , Ye swelling deeps below . Let every element rejoice ; Ye thunders , burst with awful voice , To him ...
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art thou BARRY CORNWALL beam beauty beneath bird blaze bless bliss bloom blossom bosom breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer clouds dark dear death deep delight divine dost doth dread earth ELIZA COOK eternal fade fair faith feel fire flowers gaze gloom glorious glory glow golden slumber green hast hath heart heaven heaven's gate heavenly HERBERT KNOWLES holy hope horned owl hour HYMN light live look Lord loved thee lyre MARTIN MARY HOWITT mighty morn mountain nature Nature's night o'er peace perfect law praise prayer pride pure rapture rose round seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies SKYLARK sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm sublime sweet tears tempest tender thine things thou art thoughts throne tree Twas unto voice wave Weep wild winds wings
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Стр. 10 - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 24 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Стр. 2 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Стр. 124 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Стр. 26 - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take. His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams...
Стр. 41 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.
Стр. 3 - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
Стр. 2 - And ye five other wandering fires, that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth 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.
Стр. 15 - Are not the mountains, waves and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Стр. 164 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.