The poetical works of Horace Smith. 2vols1846 |
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... scenes regain'd their vividness and bloom . Again did I recline in copses green , Gazing from under Some oak's thwart boughs upon the sky serene , In reverent wonder ; Or starting from the sward with ear acute , To hear the cuckoo sound ...
... scenes regain'd their vividness and bloom . Again did I recline in copses green , Gazing from under Some oak's thwart boughs upon the sky serene , In reverent wonder ; Or starting from the sward with ear acute , To hear the cuckoo sound ...
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... scenes with all their mirth and jest , Once more a sharer , I see the smiles , and hear the laughter loud Of many a friend , alas ! now mouldering in his shroud . So , when the hands are dust that now entwine These prompting pages ...
... scenes with all their mirth and jest , Once more a sharer , I see the smiles , and hear the laughter loud Of many a friend , alas ! now mouldering in his shroud . So , when the hands are dust that now entwine These prompting pages ...
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... And thus , abandon'd to the sway Of the blind wind and watery element , Through the whole night the Argo bore Those throbbing hearts along the Pontic shore . THE BIRTH OF THE INVISIBLE . O SCENE of enchantment 34 THE SHRIEK OF PROMETHEUS .
... And thus , abandon'd to the sway Of the blind wind and watery element , Through the whole night the Argo bore Those throbbing hearts along the Pontic shore . THE BIRTH OF THE INVISIBLE . O SCENE of enchantment 34 THE SHRIEK OF PROMETHEUS .
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Horace Smith. THE BIRTH OF THE INVISIBLE . O SCENE of enchantment ! O vision of bliss ! What Paradisaical glory is this ! A garden ! a garden ! O rapturous sight ! More stately in beauty , more rich in delight , Than any the Muse , in ...
Horace Smith. THE BIRTH OF THE INVISIBLE . O SCENE of enchantment ! O vision of bliss ! What Paradisaical glory is this ! A garden ! a garden ! O rapturous sight ! More stately in beauty , more rich in delight , Than any the Muse , in ...
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... scenes where strife and tumult never cease , To that Elysian world of bosom'd gladness , Where all is silence , charity , and peace ; And shelter'd from the storm the soul may rest On its own nest ! When , spleenful as the sensitive ...
... scenes where strife and tumult never cease , To that Elysian world of bosom'd gladness , Where all is silence , charity , and peace ; And shelter'd from the storm the soul may rest On its own nest ! When , spleenful as the sensitive ...
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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
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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.