The poetical works of Horace Smith. 2vols1846 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 23
Página
... feels not Spring Moral Ruins 66 69 Moral Alchemy 74 Moral Cosmetics 79 The Old Man's Pæan 81 Answer to an Old Man's Pæan 87 Invocation 91 The Mother's Mistake 94 The Sun's Eclipse 98 Lachrymose Writers 103 Why are they Shut ? The ...
... feels not Spring Moral Ruins 66 69 Moral Alchemy 74 Moral Cosmetics 79 The Old Man's Pæan 81 Answer to an Old Man's Pæan 87 Invocation 91 The Mother's Mistake 94 The Sun's Eclipse 98 Lachrymose Writers 103 Why are they Shut ? The ...
Página 5
... Feeling old memories from their grave arise , May thus , in pensive mood , perchance soliloquise : 66 I knew the bardling ; ' twas his nature's bent , His creed's chief feature , To hold that a benign Creator meant To bless the creature ...
... Feeling old memories from their grave arise , May thus , in pensive mood , perchance soliloquise : 66 I knew the bardling ; ' twas his nature's bent , His creed's chief feature , To hold that a benign Creator meant To bless the creature ...
Página 6
... and tell thy readers that the Bard , With fervent , cordial Feelings of gratitude and hope combined , Bids them all hail , and wafts them ev'ry feeling kind . HYMN TO THE FLOWERS . DAY - STARS ! that 6 PREFATORY STANZAS .
... and tell thy readers that the Bard , With fervent , cordial Feelings of gratitude and hope combined , Bids them all hail , and wafts them ev'ry feeling kind . HYMN TO THE FLOWERS . DAY - STARS ! that 6 PREFATORY STANZAS .
Página 36
... feel the fresh touch of the Deity's hand ; And the trees that are rustling their branches on high , Are raising their arms and their voice to the sky , To give thanks to the Lord , at whose fiat sublime They sprung from the earth in ...
... feel the fresh touch of the Deity's hand ; And the trees that are rustling their branches on high , Are raising their arms and their voice to the sky , To give thanks to the Lord , at whose fiat sublime They sprung from the earth in ...
Página 65
... - How exquisitely dear thou art Can only be by tears express'd , And the fond thrillings of my heart While thus I clasp thee to my breast . VOL . I. F THE FLOWER THAT FEELS NOT SPRING . FROM the prisons THE BARD'S SONG TO HIS DAUGHTER . 65.
... - How exquisitely dear thou art Can only be by tears express'd , And the fond thrillings of my heart While thus I clasp thee to my breast . VOL . I. F THE FLOWER THAT FEELS NOT SPRING . FROM the prisons THE BARD'S SONG TO HIS DAUGHTER . 65.
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
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.