The poetical works of Horace Smith. 2vols1846 |
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... follow : Hail to thee ! -hail to thee ! Hail to thee , Apollo ! God of the art that heals the shatter'd frame , And poetry that soothes the wounded mind , Ten thousand temples , honour'd with thy name , Attest thy ceaseless blessings to ...
... follow : Hail to thee ! -hail to thee ! Hail to thee , Apollo ! God of the art that heals the shatter'd frame , And poetry that soothes the wounded mind , Ten thousand temples , honour'd with thy name , Attest thy ceaseless blessings to ...
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... follow , Hail to thee ! -hail to thee ! Hail to thee , Apollo ! Thy golden bow emits a gushing strain Of music when the Pythian serpent dies : His eyes flash fire his writhings plough the plain : Hissing he leaps aloft - then lifeless ...
... follow , Hail to thee ! -hail to thee ! Hail to thee , Apollo ! Thy golden bow emits a gushing strain Of music when the Pythian serpent dies : His eyes flash fire his writhings plough the plain : Hissing he leaps aloft - then lifeless ...
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... follow . Hail to thee ! hail to thee ! Hail to thee , Apollo ! From bowers of Daphne or Parnassus ' Mount , While Delphic girls their Io Pæans sing , The gifted Muses by Castalia's Fount With choral symphonies salute their king . Chorus ...
... follow . Hail to thee ! hail to thee ! Hail to thee , Apollo ! From bowers of Daphne or Parnassus ' Mount , While Delphic girls their Io Pæans sing , The gifted Muses by Castalia's Fount With choral symphonies salute their king . Chorus ...
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... grateful heart Of one who , having humbly tried to follow The path he counsels , would to thee impart The love and holy quiet which have blest His own calm breast . THE POPPY . THE man who roams by wild - THE SANCTUARY . 45.
... grateful heart Of one who , having humbly tried to follow The path he counsels , would to thee impart The love and holy quiet which have blest His own calm breast . THE POPPY . THE man who roams by wild - THE SANCTUARY . 45.
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... follow , infest me , they strive to arrest me , Till in terrified sadness that verges on madness , I rush from the premises . The country's amenity brings no serenity . Each rural sound seeming a menace or screaming , There is not a ...
... follow , infest me , they strive to arrest me , Till in terrified sadness that verges on madness , I rush from the premises . The country's amenity brings no serenity . Each rural sound seeming a menace or screaming , There is not a ...
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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.