The Loves of the Angels: A PoemA. and W. Galignani, 1823 - 158 páginas |
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... felt the thrill ) Startled her , as she reach'd the shore Of that small lake — her mirror still— Above whose brink she stood , like snow When rosy with a sunset glow . Never shall I forget those eyes ! — The shame , the innocent ...
... felt the thrill ) Startled her , as she reach'd the shore Of that small lake — her mirror still— Above whose brink she stood , like snow When rosy with a sunset glow . Never shall I forget those eyes ! — The shame , the innocent ...
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... felt how pain's excess Can break out thus , think happiness- Sad mimicry of mirth and life , Whose flashes come but from the strife Of inward passions - like the light Struck out by clashing swords in fight . Then , too , that juice of ...
... felt how pain's excess Can break out thus , think happiness- Sad mimicry of mirth and life , Whose flashes come but from the strife Of inward passions - like the light Struck out by clashing swords in fight . Then , too , that juice of ...
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... aught divine , } Aught worthy of so pure a shrine , Was the wild love with which I loved , Yet must she , too , have seen - oh yes , ' Tis soothing but to think she saw— The deep , true , soul - felt tenderness , FIRST ANGEL'S STORY . 21.
... aught divine , } Aught worthy of so pure a shrine , Was the wild love with which I loved , Yet must she , too , have seen - oh yes , ' Tis soothing but to think she saw— The deep , true , soul - felt tenderness , FIRST ANGEL'S STORY . 21.
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A Poem Thomas Moore. The deep , true , soul - felt tenderness , The homage of an Angel's awe To her , a mortal , whom pure love Then placed above him - far above- And all that struggle to repress A sinful spirit's mad excess , Which work ...
A Poem Thomas Moore. The deep , true , soul - felt tenderness , The homage of an Angel's awe To her , a mortal , whom pure love Then placed above him - far above- And all that struggle to repress A sinful spirit's mad excess , Which work ...
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... felt glow , A pitying look she turn'd below On him who stood in darkness here ; Him whom , perhaps , if vain regret Can dwell in Heaven , she pities yet ; And oft , when looking to this dim And distant world , remembers him . But soon ...
... felt glow , A pitying look she turn'd below On him who stood in darkness here ; Him whom , perhaps , if vain regret Can dwell in Heaven , she pities yet ; And oft , when looking to this dim And distant world , remembers him . But soon ...
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angeli Angels eyes aught beams beautiful behold beneath bless bless'd blest bliss Book of Enoch Book of Job breath bright bright eyes brow burning Cabbala CHAM charm Cherub Clemens Alexandrinus clouds creature dark Dionysius divine dreams earth earthly echo Eden's Epiphanius Eternal fair fall fallen fallen angels fancy fatal Fathers feel felt fire fix'd flame flowers fond Gabalis gaze glorious glory glow God's gone happy hath heart Heaven heavenly holy hour Josephus light lips look look'd lost love's loveliness lute mong mortal ne'er night o'er pain Paradise passion plumes pride proud pure radiant round seem'd Sephiroths seraph shame shine shone skies smile soul spirit spoke stamp'd star stole stood sublime Summon'd sweet Tertullian thee theologians thou thought Throne turn'd Twas Twixt unbless'd waked Whate'er wings Woman's wonder words worshipp'd ZARAPH
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Página 107 - And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth : and the dragon stood before the woman which was ready to be delivered, for to devour her child as soon as it was born.
Página 7 - Nature's dawn Rejoicing, men and angels met On the high hill and sunny lawn,— Ere Sorrow came, or Sin had drawn 'Twixt man and Heaven her curtain yet! When earth lay nearer to the skies Than in these days of crime and woe...
Página 79 - Her precious pearl, in sorrow's cup, Unmelted at the bottom lay, To shine again, when, all drunk up, The bitterness should pass away.
Página 4 - I have endeavoured to do in the following stories,) the fall of the soul from its original purity — the loss of light and happiness which it suffers, in the pursuit of this world's perishable pleasures — and the punishments, both from conscience and divine justice, with which impurity, pride, and presumptuous inquiry into the awful secrets of God, are sure to be visited. The beautiful story of Cupid and Psyche owes its chief unarm to this sort of
Página 80 - I've fed the altar in my bower With droppings from the incense tree; I've sheltered it from wind and shower, But dim it burns the livelong hour, As if, like me, it had no power Of life or lustre, without thee ! " A boat at midnight sent alone To drift upon the moonless sea, A lute, whose leading chord is gone, A wounded bird, that hath but one Imperfect wing to soar upon, Are like what I am, without thee...
Página 3 - ... as an episode for a work, about which I have been, at intervals, employed during the last two years. Some months since, however, I found that my friend Lord Byron had, by an accidental coincidence, chosen the same subject for a Drama; and, as I could not but feel the disadvantage of coming after so formidable a rival, I thought it best to publish my humble sketch immediately, with such alterations and additions as I had time to make, and thus, by an earlier appearance in the literary horizon,...
Página 34 - tis slaked— Still urged me onward, with desire Insatiate, to explore, inquire— Whate'er the wondrous things might be, That waked each new idolatry— Their cause, aim, source from whence they sprung, Their inmost powers, as though for me Existence on that knowledge hung.
Página 97 - But should we, in our wanderings, Meet a young pair, whose beauty wants But the adornment of bright wings, To look like heaven's inhabitants — Who shine where'er they tread, and yet Are humble in their earthly lot, As is the wayside violet, That shines unseen, and were it not For its sweet breath would be forgot — Whose hearts, in every thought, are one, Whose voices utter the same wills — Answering, as Echo doth some tone Of fairy music 'mong the hills, So like itself, we seek hi vain Which...
Página 113 - The belief of an intercourse between angels and women — founded upon a false version of a text in Genesis — and of an abundant progeny of demons in consequence, is one of those monstrous notions of St. Justin and other Fathers, which show how little they had yet purged...