Prometheus, Part II: With Other Poems, Μέρος 2A.H. Maltby and Company, 1822 - 108 σελίδες |
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All-seeing eye aloft azure beam bear beauty bend blended blue bosom breath bright broods brow calm charm cloud cold curling dark deep Doric dream dwell earth ecstacy eternal ether fair fancy feeling fire fix'd flame flash floating flow flowers fond gaz'd gaze glad glance glory glow Godhead green wave hast hath heart heaven high Conceptions hues intense JAMES G kindled lifted light lips live look look'd lov'd loveliness lyre mind mingle mountain Nature night o'er ocean OVID pale pomp Prometheus pure purer renew'd rock roll round rush seem'd shade shine shone silent silent wing sinking sleep smile soft soul sound spirit spread Stamp'd star steals sting storm stream sweet swell tears tempest tender thee things thou thought throne throw tints tone twine unto vale voice wander waste waves wild winds wing wreath'd
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Σελίδα 2 - District Clerk's Office. BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the tenth day of August, AD 1829, in the fifty-fourth year of the Independence of the United States of America, JP Dabney, of the said district, has deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as author, in the words following, to wit...
Σελίδα 51 - These are thy trophies, and thou bend'st thy arch, The sign of triumph, in a sevenfold twine, Where the spent storm is hasting on its march, And there the glories of thy light combine, And form with perfect curve a lifted line, Striding the earth and air : man looks, and tells How peace and mercy in its beauty shine, A_nd how the heavenly messenger impels Her glad wings on the path, that thus in ether swells.
Σελίδα 50 - The vales are thine : — and when the touch of Spring Thrills them, and gives them gladness, in thy light They glitter, as the glancing swallow's wing Dashes the water in his winding flight, And leaves behind a wave, that crinkles bright, And widens outward to the pebbled shore ; — The vales are thine ; and when they wake from night, The dews that bend the grass-tips, twinkling o'er Their soft and oozy beds, look upward and adore.
Σελίδα 50 - Thine are the mountains, — where they purely lift Snows that have never wasted, in a sky Which hath no stain ; below the storm may drift Its darkness, and the thunder-gust roar by ;«~Aloft in thy eternal smile they lie Dazzling but cold ; — thy farewell glance looks there And when below thy hues of beauty die, * Girt round them, as a rosy belt, they bear Into the high dark vault, a brow that still is fair.
Σελίδα 46 - CENTRE of light and energy, thy way Is through the unknown void ; thou hast thy throne, Morning, and evening, and at noon of day, Far in the blue, untended and alone...
Σελίδα 49 - Of their chill'd frames, and then they proudly spurn All bands that would confine, and give to air Hues, fragrance, shapes of beauty, till they burn, When, on a dewy morn, thou dartest there .Rich waves of gold to wreathe with fairer light the fair.
Σελίδα 52 - O, with a joy no gifted tongue can tell, I hurry o'er the waters when the sail Swells tensely, and the light keel glances well Over the curling billow, and the gale Comes off from spicy groves to tell its winning tale.
Σελίδα 50 - That flows from out thy fulness, as a flood Bursts from an unknown land, and rolls the food Of nations in its waters ;—so thy rays Flow and give brighter tints, than ever bud, When a clear sheet of ice reflects a blaze Of many twinkling gems, as every gloss'd bough plays.
Σελίδα 47 - Which bear, thy pure divinity afar, To mingle with the equal light of star, For thou, so vast to us, art in the whole One of the sparks of night, that fire the air, And as around thy centre planets roll, So thou too hast thy path around the central soul.
Σελίδα 47 - And yet thy full orb burns with flash as keen and bright. We call thee Lord of Day, and thou dost give To earth the fire that animates her crust, And wakens all the forms that move and live, From the fine, viewless mould which lurks in dust, To him who looks to heaven, and on his bust Bears stamp'd the seal of GOD...