Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 σελίδες |
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... nature ; and , therefore , if we except Shakspeare , no writer is so often quoted : passages from his poems have become familiar as household words , and are per- petually called into use to give strong and apt expression to the ...
... nature ; and , therefore , if we except Shakspeare , no writer is so often quoted : passages from his poems have become familiar as household words , and are per- petually called into use to give strong and apt expression to the ...
Σελίδα 15
... natural piety . " THERE was a time when meadow , grove , and spring , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light , The glory and the freshness of a dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ...
... natural piety . " THERE was a time when meadow , grove , and spring , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light , The glory and the freshness of a dream . It is not now as it hath been of yore ...
Σελίδα 18
... Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away , And fade into the light of common day . Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural ...
... Nature's priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away , And fade into the light of common day . Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural ...
Σελίδα 19
... nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight and liberty , the simple creed Of childhood , whether busy ...
... nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight and liberty , the simple creed Of childhood , whether busy ...
Σελίδα 20
... nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections , Those shadowy recollections , Which be they what they may , Are yet the fountain light of all our day , Are yet a master light of all our seeing ...
... nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections , Those shadowy recollections , Which be they what they may , Are yet the fountain light of all our day , Are yet a master light of all our seeing ...
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Σελίδα 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Σελίδα 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Σελίδα 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Σελίδα 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Σελίδα 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Σελίδα 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Σελίδα 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Σελίδα 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Σελίδα 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Σελίδα 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.