Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Том 31 |
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... Till his fond bosom glows with fancy's fires , And hope embodies all the heart desires , And every vision of his distant home Warms , like a prophecy of days to come ! Isles of the Orient ! gardens of the East ! Thou giant secret of the ...
... Till his fond bosom glows with fancy's fires , And hope embodies all the heart desires , And every vision of his distant home Warms , like a prophecy of days to come ! Isles of the Orient ! gardens of the East ! Thou giant secret of the ...
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... till death shall come ! Ah , many and many a time , my noble bay , Her lily hand hath wandered through thy mane , Patted thy rainbow neck , and brought thee ears Of daintiest corn from out the farmhouse loft , - Help , help to save her ...
... till death shall come ! Ah , many and many a time , my noble bay , Her lily hand hath wandered through thy mane , Patted thy rainbow neck , and brought thee ears Of daintiest corn from out the farmhouse loft , - Help , help to save her ...
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... till from out The neighboring oak - wood rode our friends at speed , With clang of steel , and eyebrows bent in wrath . But , warned betimes , the wily ruffians fled Far up the forest - coverts , and beyond The dazzling snow - line of ...
... till from out The neighboring oak - wood rode our friends at speed , With clang of steel , and eyebrows bent in wrath . But , warned betimes , the wily ruffians fled Far up the forest - coverts , and beyond The dazzling snow - line of ...
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... till the night Had covered face from face and thrown the gloom Of many shadows on the front of things . There , in the shelter of a nameless glen Fenced round by cedars and the tangled growths Of blackwood stained with brown and shot ...
... till the night Had covered face from face and thrown the gloom Of many shadows on the front of things . There , in the shelter of a nameless glen Fenced round by cedars and the tangled growths Of blackwood stained with brown and shot ...
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... till they drained his strength ; How Love and Life stood face to face with Hate And Death ; and then how Death was left alone With Night and Silence in the sobbing rains . So , after many moons , the searchers found The body mouldering ...
... till they drained his strength ; How Love and Life stood face to face with Hate And Death ; and then how Death was left alone With Night and Silence in the sobbing rains . So , after many moons , the searchers found The body mouldering ...
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Alfred Domett Alfred Tennyson amid beauty behold beneath billows bird bloom blue bowers breast breath breeze bright brow Bryan Waller Procter calm clouds coral D'ENTRECASTEAUX CHANNEL dark dead death deck deep dread dreams dreary earth Epes Sargent eyes fair fierce fire fleet floating flowers foam gale gaze gleam gloom glow golden green groves hand hath heard heart heaven Henry Kendall island isle land Letitia Elizabeth Landon light living lonely look Luis de Camoens mariner mast mighty mist moon murmur never night o'er ocean pale Philip Gilbert Hamerton purple reef rest roar rocks roll round sails shadow shining ship shore silent sing skies sleep smiles snow song soul sound spirit stars storm strange stream surges sweet swell tempest thee Thomas Kibble Hervey thou thunder tide toil trees voice waters waves wild William Cullen Bryant William Lisle Bowles wind wings
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Сторінка 213 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Сторінка 226 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Сторінка 209 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Сторінка 222 - This hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump. It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff- boat neared: I heard them talk, "Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Сторінка 222 - Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said — "And they answered not our cheer! The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were "Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Сторінка 213 - The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea. PART V Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Сторінка 166 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows...
Сторінка 219 - All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.
Сторінка 107 - Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestowed upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheered by the sallies of youth. Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word ! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford.
Сторінка 165 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...