The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Volumen21859 |
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Página 163
... sweets of every flower , Before the sun shall set to them ; Calm the contending passions dire , Which on thy surface I descry , Like water struggling with the fire In combat , which of them shall die ; Thus is the soul in Fury's car , A ...
... sweets of every flower , Before the sun shall set to them ; Calm the contending passions dire , Which on thy surface I descry , Like water struggling with the fire In combat , which of them shall die ; Thus is the soul in Fury's car , A ...
Página 167
... Sweet as the light of liberty , Wherewith their souls were cheer'd ! But ah ! if thou , when Greece was young , Didst visit realms above ; Go and return , as minstrels sung A messenger of love : What tale , in heaven , hast thou to tell ...
... Sweet as the light of liberty , Wherewith their souls were cheer'd ! But ah ! if thou , when Greece was young , Didst visit realms above ; Go and return , as minstrels sung A messenger of love : What tale , in heaven , hast thou to tell ...
Página 173
... sweet , The surging seas recede to pave The path beneath thy glistening feet , Ave Maris Stella ! Star of the desert waters wild , Who pitying hears the seaman's cry , The God of mercy , as a child , On that chaste bosom loves to lie ...
... sweet , The surging seas recede to pave The path beneath thy glistening feet , Ave Maris Stella ! Star of the desert waters wild , Who pitying hears the seaman's cry , The God of mercy , as a child , On that chaste bosom loves to lie ...
Página 187
... sweet time When oft ' I heard my sovereigns chime . Those golden days are past away , And many a bill I used to pay Sticks on the file , and empty tills Contain no cash for Christmas bills . And so ' twill be - though these are paid ...
... sweet time When oft ' I heard my sovereigns chime . Those golden days are past away , And many a bill I used to pay Sticks on the file , and empty tills Contain no cash for Christmas bills . And so ' twill be - though these are paid ...
Página 227
... sweets of a parish , he cannot be removed , and thinks it best to keep his birth - place secret : but the spot is Torriburn , on the Forth , the Scotch Highgate . David has been to mair toons na Torriburn , " as the Scotch say , when ...
... sweets of a parish , he cannot be removed , and thinks it best to keep his birth - place secret : but the spot is Torriburn , on the Forth , the Scotch Highgate . David has been to mair toons na Torriburn , " as the Scotch say , when ...
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Página 567 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Página 117 - And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Página 255 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 253 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Página 253 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 253 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 605 - The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon ; Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gaily-gilded trim, Quick-glancing to the sun.
Página 961 - All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 255 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:— do I wake or sleep?
Página 253 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...