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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... beneath him in his painful throe , And lifts the knife , and kneels him down to drain The purple current from the quivering vein ? Cease , cease the tale ; and let the ocean's roll Shut the dark horror from my wildered soul ! And are ...
... beneath him in his painful throe , And lifts the knife , and kneels him down to drain The purple current from the quivering vein ? Cease , cease the tale ; and let the ocean's roll Shut the dark horror from my wildered soul ! And are ...
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... beneath the sca , And it beareth fruit of Freedom in the Gold Land ! We shall come too , if you call , We shall fight on if you fall , Cromwell's land must never be a bought and sold land . O , the standard of the Lord wave o'er the Old ...
... beneath the sca , And it beareth fruit of Freedom in the Gold Land ! We shall come too , if you call , We shall fight on if you fall , Cromwell's land must never be a bought and sold land . O , the standard of the Lord wave o'er the Old ...
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... Beneath the gorge borne ever at wild speed , I saw the mateless mountain eagle wheel Beyond the stark height's topmost pinnacle ; I heard his shriek of rage and ravin die Deep down the desolate dells , as far behind I left the gorge ...
... Beneath the gorge borne ever at wild speed , I saw the mateless mountain eagle wheel Beyond the stark height's topmost pinnacle ; I heard his shriek of rage and ravin die Deep down the desolate dells , as far behind I left the gorge ...
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... beneath the fretful clay Of lands within the lone perpetual cry Of hermit plovers and the night - like oaks , All moaning for the peace which never comes . At rest ! And she who sits and waits behind Is in the shadows ; but her faith is ...
... beneath the fretful clay Of lands within the lone perpetual cry Of hermit plovers and the night - like oaks , All moaning for the peace which never comes . At rest ! And she who sits and waits behind Is in the shadows ; but her faith is ...
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... beneath the dark abyss . Pyramidal in form the fabrics rose , From ample basements narrowing to the height , Until they pierced the surface of the flood , And dimpling eddies sparkled round their peaks . Then ( if great things with ...
... beneath the dark abyss . Pyramidal in form the fabrics rose , From ample basements narrowing to the height , Until they pierced the surface of the flood , And dimpling eddies sparkled round their peaks . Then ( if great things with ...
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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...