Specimens of the American PoetsT. and J. Allman, 1822 - 283 páginas |
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... sigh , and Grief's convulsive sob . How vast her empire ! Turn through earth , through air , Your aching eye , you find her subjects there ; Nor is the throne of heaven above her spell , Nor yet beneath it is the host of hell . To her ...
... sigh , and Grief's convulsive sob . How vast her empire ! Turn through earth , through air , Your aching eye , you find her subjects there ; Nor is the throne of heaven above her spell , Nor yet beneath it is the host of hell . To her ...
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... sighs , Steals on his ear : -he may not lift his eyes , But o'er his face his flowing mantle flings , And hears a whisper from the King of kings . " Yet , from that very cave , from Horeb's side , Where spreads a desert prospect , wild ...
... sighs , Steals on his ear : -he may not lift his eyes , But o'er his face his flowing mantle flings , And hears a whisper from the King of kings . " Yet , from that very cave , from Horeb's side , Where spreads a desert prospect , wild ...
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... sighs ? And move they only o'er Arabia's sea , Bethesda's pool , the lake of Galilee ? And does the hand that bids Judæa bloom , Deny its blossoms to the desert's gloom ? No : -turn thine eye , in visionary glance , To scenes beyond old ...
... sighs ? And move they only o'er Arabia's sea , Bethesda's pool , the lake of Galilee ? And does the hand that bids Judæa bloom , Deny its blossoms to the desert's gloom ? No : -turn thine eye , in visionary glance , To scenes beyond old ...
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... sigh the enamour'd rover breathes , And even smiles to feel the flutterer sip The virgin dew that cools her rosy lip . There , through the clouds , stupendous mountains rise , And lift their icy foreheads to the skies ; There , blooming ...
... sigh the enamour'd rover breathes , And even smiles to feel the flutterer sip The virgin dew that cools her rosy lip . There , through the clouds , stupendous mountains rise , And lift their icy foreheads to the skies ; There , blooming ...
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... sighs . Now Fancy sees th ' ideal canvas stretch'd , And o'er the lines that Truth has dimly sketch'd , Dashes with hurried hand the shapes that fly Hurtled along before her phrenzied eye . The scudding cloud that drives along the coast ...
... sighs . Now Fancy sees th ' ideal canvas stretch'd , And o'er the lines that Truth has dimly sketch'd , Dashes with hurried hand the shapes that fly Hurtled along before her phrenzied eye . The scudding cloud that drives along the coast ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 206 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 57 - And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Página 218 - So live, that when thy summons comes, to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 69 - For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever : that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the Lord; so that the priests could not stand to minister by reason of the cloud : for the glory of the Lord had filled the house of God.
Página 209 - I'll not o'erlook the modest flower That made the woods of April bright. INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD STRANGER, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares, To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood And view the haunts of Nature.
Página 216 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again ; And, lost each human trace...
Página 209 - Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam That waked them into life. Even the green trees Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene. Scarce less the cleft-born wild-flower seems to enjoy Existence, than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets.
Página 57 - And Jesse took an ass laden with bread, and a bottle of wine, and a kid, and sent them by David his son unto Saul.
Página 206 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Página 216 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.