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... Heaven first - born ! Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light , And never ... heavens , thou wert , and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle , did invest The rising world of waters dark and ...
... Heaven first - born ! Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light , And never ... heavens , thou wert , and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle , did invest The rising world of waters dark and ...
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... heaven , and air , and sea , Which open all their pores to thee , Like a clear river thou dost glide , And with thy living stream through the close channels slide . But the vast ocean of unbounded day , In the empyrean heaven does stay ...
... heaven , and air , and sea , Which open all their pores to thee , Like a clear river thou dost glide , And with thy living stream through the close channels slide . But the vast ocean of unbounded day , In the empyrean heaven does stay ...
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... heaven slowly climbed . The gray sea grew Rose - colored like the sky . A white gull flew Straight toward the utmost boundary of the East , Where slowly the rose gathered and increased . It was as on the opening of a door By one that in ...
... heaven slowly climbed . The gray sea grew Rose - colored like the sky . A white gull flew Straight toward the utmost boundary of the East , Where slowly the rose gathered and increased . It was as on the opening of a door By one that in ...
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... heaven burned ; Then sudden , as if a sword fell from on high , A blade of gold flashed on the horizon's rim . RICHARD WATSON GILDER . MORNING SONG . UP ! quit thy bower ! late wears the hour , Long have the rooks cawed round the tower ...
... heaven burned ; Then sudden , as if a sword fell from on high , A blade of gold flashed on the horizon's rim . RICHARD WATSON GILDER . MORNING SONG . UP ! quit thy bower ! late wears the hour , Long have the rooks cawed round the tower ...
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... Heaven ! what is this we view ? Tall trees , a river , pools , where swallows fly , Thickets of oleander where doves coo , Shades , deep as midnight , greenness for tired eyes . Hark , how the light winds in the palm - tops sigh ! Oh ...
... Heaven ! what is this we view ? Tall trees , a river , pools , where swallows fly , Thickets of oleander where doves coo , Shades , deep as midnight , greenness for tired eyes . Hark , how the light winds in the palm - tops sigh ! Oh ...
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Autumn beauty bell beneath bird bloom blossom blow blue bobolink breast breath breeze bright brook BRYAN WALLER PROCTER CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS cheer clouds dance dark deep dost doth dream earth eyes fair feet fields flow flowers forest gleam gold golden grass gray green hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills horn hour INA DONNA COOLBRITH jingle lake leaves light lonely LORD LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON merry moon morn mountain murmur never night noon o'er ocean PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY purple rain river rocks rose round sail shade shining shore sigh silent Sing a song sleep smile snow soft solitude soul sound spring stars storm stream summer sweet thee thine thou art tree voice wandering waves weary wild WILLIAM WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings Winter woods
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Сторінка 201 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Сторінка 172 - Whither, 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.
Сторінка xix - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear,— both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Сторінка 210 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Сторінка 69 - 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.
Сторінка 154 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Сторінка 209 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Сторінка xvi - To them I may have owed another gift. Of aspect more sublime: that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened...
Сторінка xxxiv - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Сторінка 155 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good-night?