Poems, Том 2Hilliard, Gray, 1827 |
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... of a Child England's Dead • • To the Memory of Bishop Heber The Hour of Prayer The Voice of Spring • 203 205 · 208 214 217 · 220 223 225 • 227 · OL VIARSLI THE FOREST SANCTUARY . Ihr Plätze aller meiner stillen freuden ii CONTENTS .
... of a Child England's Dead • • To the Memory of Bishop Heber The Hour of Prayer The Voice of Spring • 203 205 · 208 214 217 · 220 223 225 • 227 · OL VIARSLI THE FOREST SANCTUARY . Ihr Plätze aller meiner stillen freuden ii CONTENTS .
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... springs , The full springs of affection , deep as bright ! And she , because her life is ever twined With other lives , and by no stormy wind May thence be shaken , and because the light Of tenderness is round her , and her eye Doth ...
... springs , The full springs of affection , deep as bright ! And she , because her life is ever twined With other lives , and by no stormy wind May thence be shaken , and because the light Of tenderness is round her , and her eye Doth ...
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... ! And whose quick glance came ever as a token Of hope to drooping thought , and her glad voice As a free bird's in spring , that makes the woods rejoice ! XLII . And she to die ! -she lov'd the THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 23.
... ! And whose quick glance came ever as a token Of hope to drooping thought , and her glad voice As a free bird's in spring , that makes the woods rejoice ! XLII . And she to die ! -she lov'd the THE FOREST SANCTUARY . 23.
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... spring , Her smile was wont to glance , her step to move , And deem that men indeed , in very truth , Could mean the sting of death for her soft flowering youth ! 1 LX . He woo'd her back to life . 32 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
... spring , Her smile was wont to glance , her step to move , And deem that men indeed , in very truth , Could mean the sting of death for her soft flowering youth ! 1 LX . He woo'd her back to life . 32 THE FOREST SANCTUARY .
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... spring Up from th ' unsounded gulfs of human woe ! Alvar ! Theresa ! -what is deep ? what strong ? -God's breath within the soul ! -It fill'd that song From your victorious voices ! -but the glow On the hot air and lurid skies increased ...
... spring Up from th ' unsounded gulfs of human woe ! Alvar ! Theresa ! -what is deep ? what strong ? -God's breath within the soul ! -It fill'd that song From your victorious voices ! -but the glow On the hot air and lurid skies increased ...
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ancient art thou beautiful bended Bow bless'd blue streams bowers breast breath breeze bright bright land Bring flowers brow burst call'd dark death deep didst dreams dust dwell earth England's dead ev'n fade faint fair fair brow falchion farewell fear fled floating fount gaze glance gleam gloom glow grave hath hear heard heart Heaven hour house of sleep hush'd joyous Lake of Lucerne land leave light lips lone look look'd lyre midst mighty mirth Moorish mournful night Odin Oronoco pale pass'd pine pour'd rest rills Rio verde round Sea-king seas seem'd shades shadows shining shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft soft eyes song soul sound Spain spears spirit spring stars stood storm streams sweet sword tears thee Theseus thine thou art Thou hast thou wert thought tomb tone voice wave weep wild wind woods wouldst thou young
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Стр. 190 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own. To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her...
Стр. 231 - midst the blooms of the morn may dwell, I tarry no longer — farewell, farewell ! The summer is coming, on soft winds borne, Ye may press the grape, ye may bind the corn '. For me, I depart to a brighter shore, Ye are mark'd by care, ye are mine no more. I go where the loved who have left you dwell, And the flowers are not Death's — fare ye well, farewell ! THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
Стр. 91 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Стр. 225 - CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away ; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Call'd thy harvest work to leave — Pray : ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Стр. 97 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Стр. 225 - Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath, not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea — Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Стр. 146 - Amidst the knightly ring: A murmur of the restless deep Was blent with every strain, A voice of winds that would not sleep — He never smiled again. Hearts, in that time, closed o'er the trace Of vows once fondly pour'd, And strangers took the kinsman's...
Стр. 100 - Anon some wilder portraiture he draws ; Of Nature's savage glories he would speak, — The loneliness of earth that overawes, — Where, resting by some tomb of old Cacique, The lama-driver on Peruvia's peak Nor...
Стр. 98 - In the solitude of the seas, we hail a star as a friend from whom we have long been separated. Among the Portuguese and the Spaniards peculiar motives seem to increase this feeling; a religious sentiment attaches them to a constellation, the form of which recalls the sign of the faith planted by their ancestors in the deserts of the New World.
Стр. 146 - He lived — for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death to those who mourn ? He never smiled again ! There stood proud forms around his throne, The stately and the brave, But which could fill the place of one...