The poetical works of Horace Smith. 2vols1846 |
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... sweet - scented pictures , heavenly artist ! With which thou paintest nature's wide - spread hall , What a delightful lesson thou impartest Of love to all ! Not useless are ye , Flowers ! though made for HYMN TO THE FLOWERS . 9.
... sweet - scented pictures , heavenly artist ! With which thou paintest nature's wide - spread hall , What a delightful lesson thou impartest Of love to all ! Not useless are ye , Flowers ! though made for HYMN TO THE FLOWERS . 9.
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... delight . Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary For such a world of thought could furnish scope ? Each fading calyx a memento mori , Yet fount of hope . Posthumous glories ! angel - like collection ! Upraised from seed or bulb ...
... delight . Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary For such a world of thought could furnish scope ? Each fading calyx a memento mori , Yet fount of hope . Posthumous glories ! angel - like collection ! Upraised from seed or bulb ...
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... delight , Castor and Pollux stood hand in hand , Showing each other the welcome sight ; While fierce Meleager unsheath'd his brand . Laocoon bade the rowers check Their oars , as the sun to the water slanted , For Orpheus sate with his ...
... delight , Castor and Pollux stood hand in hand , Showing each other the welcome sight ; While fierce Meleager unsheath'd his brand . Laocoon bade the rowers check Their oars , as the sun to the water slanted , For Orpheus sate with his ...
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... delight , Than any the Muse , in her leafiest hour , Has fabled of golden Hesperian bower , Or Fortunate Islands , or fields where the blest In Elysium's sylvan beatitudes rest . Lovely or rare , none can compare With this heaven on ...
... delight , Than any the Muse , in her leafiest hour , Has fabled of golden Hesperian bower , Or Fortunate Islands , or fields where the blest In Elysium's sylvan beatitudes rest . Lovely or rare , none can compare With this heaven on ...
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Horace Smith. No solace is wanting , no charms that dispense A rival delight to the soul and the sense ; It is blissful to quaff the nectareous air ; To pluck from the branches ambrosial fare ; To list to the music of birds and of trees ...
Horace Smith. No solace is wanting , no charms that dispense A rival delight to the soul and the sense ; It is blissful to quaff the nectareous air ; To pluck from the branches ambrosial fare ; To list to the music of birds and of trees ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adam and Eve bard beauty Behold beneath BINSTEAD birds birth bless bliss bloom bosom bound bowers breath bright charms CHOLERA choral COLBURN'S NEW PUBLICATIONS COLBURN'S STANDARD Constantinople Cuckoo dark death deep delight dost dread Duke of Wellington dust earth so surpassingly EGYPT EVANS LLOYD eyes fame Fanny fear feel flowers gaze George Cruikshank gibbet give gladness gloom Gorgon grace grave Greece Hail to thee Hark harp and hymn hath hear heart HENRY COLBURN holy hope hymn Thy downward king life's light lips live Lovely or rare MADAME D'ARBLAY Mehemet Ali mind mirth moral Nature's night Nubia o'er scenes shuddering shut Sicilian Arethusa sight silent Sir Walter Scott small 8vo smiles song soul Spain spirit Spring stamp'd surpassingly fair sweet tears thine thou'rt dim thought thrill Thy downward course tomb trees voice volumes wave winds
Pasajes populares
Página 8 - Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer : Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane most catholic and solemn Which God hath plann'd,— To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.
Página 8 - To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply — Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky. There — as in solitude and shade I wander Through the green aisles, or, stretched upon the sod, Awed by the silence, reverently ponder The ways of God...
Página 13 - Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass, Or held, by Solomon's own invitation, A torch at the great temple's dedication. I need not ask thee if that hand, when...
Página 11 - Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Página 73 - There is ! there is ! One primitive and sure ; Religion pure, Unchanged in spirit, though its forms and codes Wear myriad modes, Contains all creeds within its mighty span ; The love of God displayed in love of man.
Página 13 - We have, above-ground, seen some strange mutations: The Roman empire has begun and ended, New worlds have risen, we have lost old nations, And countless kings have into dust been humbled, While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled.