Poetry of the Woods: Passages from the Poets Descriptive of Forest Scenes, Etc., EtcE. H. Butler & Company, 1864 - 128 páginas |
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... sighs of ghosts wandering in sorrow ; In the meadow the small flowers hear it , and must With tears close themselves till the morrow . " O , tell me , poor wretch , why thou shiverest so , - Why the moans of distraction thou pourest ...
... sighs of ghosts wandering in sorrow ; In the meadow the small flowers hear it , and must With tears close themselves till the morrow . " O , tell me , poor wretch , why thou shiverest so , - Why the moans of distraction thou pourest ...
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... the lilies sang sweet , And the rose bent its stem in devotion ; I strewed not my leaves ' fore the Holy One's feet , Nor bough nor twig set I in motion . " Then sounded a sigh from the Saviour's breast ; 22 THE ASPEN . 22.
... the lilies sang sweet , And the rose bent its stem in devotion ; I strewed not my leaves ' fore the Holy One's feet , Nor bough nor twig set I in motion . " Then sounded a sigh from the Saviour's breast ; 22 THE ASPEN . 22.
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... sigh from the Saviour's breast ; And I quaked , for that sigh through me darted ; Quake so till I come ! ' said the voice of the blest ; My repose then forever departed . " And now must I tremble by night and by day , For me there no ...
... sigh from the Saviour's breast ; And I quaked , for that sigh through me darted ; Quake so till I come ! ' said the voice of the blest ; My repose then forever departed . " And now must I tremble by night and by day , For me there no ...
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... Poets Descriptive of Forest Scenes, Etc., Etc. Devereux Of large extent , hard by a castle auge , W .. h the great .o . 1 inhabits not Mc Goffin . Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs O'er Philomela's. And I know a grove.
... Poets Descriptive of Forest Scenes, Etc., Etc. Devereux Of large extent , hard by a castle auge , W .. h the great .o . 1 inhabits not Mc Goffin . Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs O'er Philomela's. And I know a grove.
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... sighs O'er Philomela's pity - pleading strains . My Friend , and thou , our Sister ! we have learnt A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices , always full of love And joyance ! ' Tis the merry Nightingale That ...
... sighs O'er Philomela's pity - pleading strains . My Friend , and thou , our Sister ! we have learnt A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices , always full of love And joyance ! ' Tis the merry Nightingale That ...
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airy Amid Arethuse beauteous beauty bend beneath birds blast bloom blue boughs bower branches breath breeze bright brook brow buds canker-worm charms clouds crowned dark dark arches deep delight earth echo eglantine fair fairy fall fawn flower forest gentle glade grass green Grongar Grongar Hill grove hast hath haunts head hear heard heart heaven hill hoary hues leaves light lonely look melancholy melody mossy mountain murmur Muse Nature's night nightingale o'er Philomel pines rill Ring-dove rocks roof rose round scene shade shining day side silent silent fall sing skies soft solemn solitude song sorrow soul sound spray spread spring stars stood stream summer sweet sweet sensations swelled thee thine thought thrush towers tread trees trembling twilight vale vile body voice wandering wanton song warbled waves wild winds winglet wings wood Wood Rose woodland yellow youth
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Página 57 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Página 61 - God ! when thou Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill With all the waters of the firmament The swift dark whirlwind that uproots...
Página 34 - Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought! In Nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch!
Página 67 - PLEASANT it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, Where, the long drooping boughs between, Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go...
Página 72 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 50 - Up springs the lark, Shrill-voic'd, and loud, the messenger of morn; Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations.
Página 100 - The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew ; The slender fir that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs...
Página 61 - The lesson of thy own eternity. Lo ! all grow old and die — but see again, How on the faltering footsteps of decay Youth presses — ever gay and beautiful youth In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees Wave not less proudly that their ancestors Moulder beneath them.
Página 56 - Whence all the music. I again perceive The soothing influence of the wafted strains, And settle in soft musings as I tread The walk, still verdant under oaks and elms, Whose outspread branches overarch the glade.
Página 49 - Hail, Source of Being ! Universal Soul Of heaven and earth ! Essential Presence, hail ! To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my thoughts, Continual, climb ; who, with a master-hand, Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd.