The Winter-bloomHenry D. Moore Hogan & Thompson, 1850 - 240 pàgines |
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Pàgina 26
... faith to a home in the skies . Sing on , for a joy to the sorrowing is given : There's a sweetness in sadness that few hearts can know ; The sweetness of sadness bereft , shall in Heaven Charm angels to silence , with rapturous flow ...
... faith to a home in the skies . Sing on , for a joy to the sorrowing is given : There's a sweetness in sadness that few hearts can know ; The sweetness of sadness bereft , shall in Heaven Charm angels to silence , with rapturous flow ...
Pàgina 46
... faith , and this it was his intention to do early on the following day , but other engagements interfered , and it was afternoon before he found himself seated in Mr. Montrose's study . " Well , Mr. Tracy , " said that gentleman , after ...
... faith , and this it was his intention to do early on the following day , but other engagements interfered , and it was afternoon before he found himself seated in Mr. Montrose's study . " Well , Mr. Tracy , " said that gentleman , after ...
Pàgina 75
... faith and honour . A man cannot love an object that he would injure , for it is of the nature of love to constrain to any self - sacrifice for the sake of its object . It always speaks and acts after this manner : - " What ye shall say ...
... faith and honour . A man cannot love an object that he would injure , for it is of the nature of love to constrain to any self - sacrifice for the sake of its object . It always speaks and acts after this manner : - " What ye shall say ...
Pàgina 76
... faith , no true love , in their composition . There may be sincerity in them , but too often it is but the sincerity of selfishness . In this artificial state of society , nature attempts sometimes to arrest and vindicate her own ...
... faith , no true love , in their composition . There may be sincerity in them , but too often it is but the sincerity of selfishness . In this artificial state of society , nature attempts sometimes to arrest and vindicate her own ...
Pàgina 78
... , which the world , and rejoice evermore in those relati and that reciprocity of affection , through whic imaged to the eye of constant faith . Fairyland . I. THE signal star from its silent tower. 78 The Winter - Bloom .
... , which the world , and rejoice evermore in those relati and that reciprocity of affection , through whic imaged to the eye of constant faith . Fairyland . I. THE signal star from its silent tower. 78 The Winter - Bloom .
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Pàgina 18 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pàgina 18 - 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.
Pàgina 16 - O Adam, One Almighty is, from Whom All things proceed, and up to Him return, If not depraved from good, created all Such to perfection, one first matter all, Endued with various forms, various degrees Of substance, and in things that live, of life...
Pàgina 108 - WE are as clouds that veil the midnight moon : How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly! — yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost for ever: Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last.
Pàgina 17 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Pàgina 73 - Shechem said unto her father and unto her brethren, Let me find grace in your eyes, and what ye shall say unto me I will give. 12 Ask me never so much dowry and gift, and I will give according as yc shall say unto me: but give me the damsel to wife.
Pàgina 145 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Pàgina 101 - Doomed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know Delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep a little while ; Then melt, ye elements, that formed in vain This troubled pulse, and visionary brain ! Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom, And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb...
Pàgina 101 - This frail and feverish being of an hour; Doomed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know Delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep a little while ; Then melt, ye elements, that formed in vain This troubled pulse, and visionary brain!
Pàgina 108 - Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last. We rest. A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise. One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or wee'p ; Embrace fond woe or cast our cares away : It is the same ! For, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free : Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Naught may endure but Mutability.