The poetical works of Horace Smith. 2vols1846 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 24
Página 12
... never owns its juggles . Perchance that very hand , now pinion'd flat , Has hob - a - nob'd with Pharaoh , glass to glass ; Or dropp'd a halfpenny in Homer's hat , Or doff'd thine own to let Queen Dido pass ; Or held , by Solomon's own ...
... never owns its juggles . Perchance that very hand , now pinion'd flat , Has hob - a - nob'd with Pharaoh , glass to glass ; Or dropp'd a halfpenny in Homer's hat , Or doff'd thine own to let Queen Dido pass ; Or held , by Solomon's own ...
Página 32
Horace Smith. Hark ! what a furious clash of chains ! Victim ! thou never canst unlock The brazen bolts that root thee to the rock ; Vain are thy struggles and convulsive strains . Ah me ! what dreadful groans are those Wrung from the ...
Horace Smith. Hark ! what a furious clash of chains ! Victim ! thou never canst unlock The brazen bolts that root thee to the rock ; Vain are thy struggles and convulsive strains . Ah me ! what dreadful groans are those Wrung from the ...
Página 39
... never be known . And Record is all that is left , since the fall , Its exquisite beauties and bliss to recall . Then , then in the desert's profoundest abyss , Where the winds o'er the waste fiercely whistle and hiss , In the blackness ...
... never be known . And Record is all that is left , since the fall , Its exquisite beauties and bliss to recall . Then , then in the desert's profoundest abyss , Where the winds o'er the waste fiercely whistle and hiss , In the blackness ...
Página 42
... Never may such a desecration stain Our land again ! But all are not divested of their charter ; One refuge still is left for human woes . Victim of care ! or persecution's martyr ! Who seek'st a sure asylum from thy foes , Learn that ...
... Never may such a desecration stain Our land again ! But all are not divested of their charter ; One refuge still is left for human woes . Victim of care ! or persecution's martyr ! Who seek'st a sure asylum from thy foes , Learn that ...
Página 43
... Never ! oh , never may misdeed or folly My claim to thy beatitudes destroy ! Still may I keep this Paradise unlost , Where'er I'm tost . E'en in the flesh , the spirit disembodied , Uncheck'd by time and space , may soar elate , In ...
... Never ! oh , never may misdeed or folly My claim to thy beatitudes destroy ! Still may I keep this Paradise unlost , Where'er I'm tost . E'en in the flesh , the spirit disembodied , Uncheck'd by time and space , may soar elate , In ...
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.