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Pàgina 4 - Some on the lower boughs which crossed their way, Fixing their bearded fibres round and round, With many a ring and wild contortion wound; Some to the passing wind, at times, with sway Of gentle motion swung; Others, of younger growth...
Pàgina 120 - They too in darkness enter'd on their way ; But far before the car, A glow, as of a fiery furnace light, Fill'd all before them. 'Twas a light which made Darkness itself appear A thing of comfort, and the sight, dismay'd, Shrunk inward from the molten atmosphere.
Pàgina 46 - It was a Garden still beyond all price, Even yet it was a place of Paradise ; For where the mighty Ocean could not spare, There had he with his own creation, Sought to repair his work of devastation. And here were coral bowers, And grots of madrepores, And banks of sponge, as soft and fair to eye As e'er was mossy bed Whereon the Wood Nymphs lie With languid limbs in summer's sultry hours.
Pàgina 165 - Free from solicitude for dress; ' How best to bind my flowing hair * With art, yet with an artless air * (My hair, like musk in scent and hue ; ' Oh ! blacker far and sweeter too) ; ' In what nice braid or glossy curl ' To fix a diamond or a pearl, ' And where to smooth the love-spread toils ' With nard or jasmin's fragrant oils...
Pàgina 10 - From his forgetful hold the plane-branch drops, Reverent he kneels, and lifts his rational eyes To her as if in prayer ; And when she pours her angel voice in song Entranced he listens to the thrilling notes, Till his strong temples, bathed with sudden dews, Their fragrance of delight and love diffuse.
Pàgina 131 - Two forms inseparable in unity Hath Yamen ; even as with hope or fear The Soul regardeth him doth he appear; For hope and fear At that dread hour, from ominous conscience spring, And err not in their bodings. Therefore some, They who polluted with offences come, Behold him as the King Of Terrors, black of aspect, red of eye, Reflecting back upon the sinful mind, Heighten'd with vengeance, and with wrath divine, Its own inborn deformity.
Pàgina 192 - Except the first cause, whatever may appear, and may not appear in the mind, know that to be the mind's maya (or delusion) as light and darkness. " ' As the first elements are in various beings, entering, yet not entering (that is, pervading, not destroying), thus am I in them, yet not in them.
Pàgina 208 - Asoors, a continual stream of fire, and smoke, and wind ; which ascending in thick clouds replete with lightning, it began to rain down upon the heavenly bands, who were already fatigued with their labour...
Pàgina 4 - Twas a fair scene wherein they stood, A green and sunny glade amid the wood, And in the midst an aged Banian grew. It was a goodly sight to see That venerable tree, For o'er the lawn, irregularly spread. Fifty straight columns propt its lofty head ; And many a long depending shoot, Seeking to strike its root, Straight like a plummet, grew towards the ground.
Pàgina 44 - Those streets which never, since the days of yore, By human footstep had been visited, — Those streets which never more A human foot shall tread, — Ladurlad trod. In sunlight and sea-green, The thousand Palaces were seen Of that proud City, whose superb abodes Seemed reared by Giants for the immortal Gods. How silent and how beautiful they stand, Like things of Nature ! the eternal rocks Themselves not firmer.