The poetical works of Horace Smith. 2vols1846 |
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... in churchless solitudes remaining , Far from all voice of teachers and divines , My soul would find , in flowers of God's ordaining , Priests , sermons , shrines ! ADDRESS TO A MUMMY . AND hast thou walk'd about 10 HYMN TO THE FLOWERS .
... in churchless solitudes remaining , Far from all voice of teachers and divines , My soul would find , in flowers of God's ordaining , Priests , sermons , shrines ! ADDRESS TO A MUMMY . AND hast thou walk'd about 10 HYMN TO THE FLOWERS .
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... soul embalm'd and pure In living virtue , that when both must sever , Although corruption may our frame consume , Th ' immortal spirit in the skies may bloom ! - ADDRESS TO THE ORANGE - TREE AT VERSAILLES , Called ADDRESS TO A MUMMY . 15.
... soul embalm'd and pure In living virtue , that when both must sever , Although corruption may our frame consume , Th ' immortal spirit in the skies may bloom ! - ADDRESS TO THE ORANGE - TREE AT VERSAILLES , Called ADDRESS TO A MUMMY . 15.
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... 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 , The chiming of waters , the song of the breeze ; To gaze on the Paradise blooming ...
... 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 , The chiming of waters , the song of the breeze ; To gaze on the Paradise blooming ...
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... soul - harrowing sound , And thrill'd in her depths with a shudder profound , That wither'd each Paradise tree to its root , And shook down for ever and ever its fruit , And scatter'd the rivers , -till all was o'erthrown , That the ...
... soul - harrowing sound , And thrill'd in her depths with a shudder profound , That wither'd each Paradise tree to its root , And shook down for ever and ever its fruit , And scatter'd the rivers , -till all was o'erthrown , That the ...
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... soul may rest On its own nest ! When , spleenful as the sensitive Mimosa , We shrink from winter's touch and Nature's gloom , There may we conjure up a Vallombrosa , Where groves and bowers in summer beauty bloom , And the heart dances ...
... soul may rest On its own nest ! When , spleenful as the sensitive Mimosa , We shrink from winter's touch and Nature's gloom , There may we conjure up a Vallombrosa , Where groves and bowers in summer beauty bloom , And the heart dances ...
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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.