The Winter's WreathG.B. Whittaker, 1829 A collection of original contributions in prose and verse. |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adèle amongst arms Azel beautiful beneath Bocage bosom breath breeze bright brow cast castle charms child clouds Collenuccio Countess of Bedford dark death deep delight dream Druids earth Emilie Emilie's fair faith fate fear feelings flowers Fougère gazed Giovanni Sforza glance hand hast hath heard heart heaven hope hour JOHN BOWRING La Luzerne Lady Anne land leave light live LLYWARCH HEN look Lord Lord Russell Luzerne Marquise MARY MARY HOWITT Mary Robinson Mattithiah Meleager mind morning nature never night noble o'er passed Pesaro prayer scene seemed shade shore sigh silence sleep smiles soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit Standfast stood sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tion trees trembling turned Valençay vessel voice wander waves whilst wild wild turkeys woods words Yorkshire Wolds young youth Zemira
Passatges populars
Pàgina 258 - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.
Pàgina 396 - MOUNTAIN CHILDREN. Dwellers by lake and hill, Merry companions of the bird and bee, Go gladly forth and drink of joy your fill, With unconstrained step and spirit free. No crowd impedes your way, No city wall proscribes your further bounds ; Where the wild flocks can wander, ye may stray The long day through, mid summer sights and sounds.
Pàgina 127 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Pàgina 130 - Lo, through the gloom of guilty fears, My faith discerns a dawn of grace ; The Sun of Righteousness appears In Jesus
Pàgina 127 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Pàgina 129 - 11 look, — and look again! 343. 1 I LEFT the God of truth and light ; I left the God who gave me breath, To wander in the wilds of night, And perish in the snares of death ! 2 Sweet was his service, and his yoke Was light and easy to be borne : Through all his bonds of love I broke ; I cast away his gifts with scorn ! 3 Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down, Where shall the chief of sinners fly, Almighty Vengeance!
Pàgina 371 - Wanting the form, the smile, now veiled with dust, The light departed with our loveliest face. Yet from thy bonds our sorrow's hope is free — We have but lent the beautiful to thee. But thou, O Heaven ! keep, keep what thou hast taken, And with our treasure keep our hearts on high ; The spirit meek, and yet by pain unshaken, The faith, the love, the lofty constancy — Guide us where these are with our sister flown — They were of Thee, and thou hast claimed thine own ! THE SOUND OF THE SEA.
Pàgina 338 - She passed away, like morning dew, Before the sun was high, So brief her time, she scarcely knew, The meaning of a sigh. As round the rose its soft perfume, Sweet love around her floated ; Admired she grew — while mortal doom Crept on, unfear'd, unnoted. Love was her guardian Angel here, But love to death resign'd her, Tho' love was kind, why should we fear, But holy death is kinder ? FRAGMENT.
Pàgina 338 - AH — well it is — since she is gone, She can return no more, To see the face so dim and wan, That was so warm before. Familiar things would all seem strange, And pleasure past be woe ; A record sad of ceaseless change, Is all the world below. The very hills, they are not now, The hills which once they were, They change as we are changed, or how Could we the burden bear ? Ye deem the dead are ashy pale, Cold denizens of gloom — But what are ye, who live to...
Pàgina 43 - RACE, a race on earth we run ; And hold a prize in view, More bright than if we chased the sun Through heaven's eternal blue. Changes we prove, and vanish soon ; Changes from youth to age. Silent as those that shape the moon.