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S. R.. His temple is yonder arch sublime , Its pillars , th ' eternal hills ; His chorus , the solemn voice of Time Which his wide creation fills ; His worshippers are the countless train Which the lap of Nature bears , The boisterous ...
S. R.. His temple is yonder arch sublime , Its pillars , th ' eternal hills ; His chorus , the solemn voice of Time Which his wide creation fills ; His worshippers are the countless train Which the lap of Nature bears , The boisterous ...
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... hills grow dark , On purple peaks a deeper shade descending ; In twilight copse the glowworm lights her spark : The deer half seen are to the covert wending . Resume thy wizard elm ! the fountain lending And the wild breeze thy wilder ...
... hills grow dark , On purple peaks a deeper shade descending ; In twilight copse the glowworm lights her spark : The deer half seen are to the covert wending . Resume thy wizard elm ! the fountain lending And the wild breeze thy wilder ...
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... hill , Or shadow quaint forms in the glass of the rill , As they droopingly hang o'er its tide . But the trees are too proud and majestic for me , Great earth - nurtured kings as they are ; Though useful and grand in their pride they ...
... hill , Or shadow quaint forms in the glass of the rill , As they droopingly hang o'er its tide . But the trees are too proud and majestic for me , Great earth - nurtured kings as they are ; Though useful and grand in their pride they ...
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... hills , in the flower groves blushing , Look ! she is always and everywhere one . Banish , then , mourner , the tears that are trickling Over the cheeks that should rosily bloom ; Why should a man like a girl or a sickling , Suffer his ...
... hills , in the flower groves blushing , Look ! she is always and everywhere one . Banish , then , mourner , the tears that are trickling Over the cheeks that should rosily bloom ; Why should a man like a girl or a sickling , Suffer his ...
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... hills by immortals trod , Come , where the pure in heart see God . Come to the morning that knows no night- The sunshine of everlasting light ; Come , thou art weary of earthly things ; Snatch thee , fair spirit , thy shining wings ...
... hills by immortals trod , Come , where the pure in heart see God . Come to the morning that knows no night- The sunshine of everlasting light ; Come , thou art weary of earthly things ; Snatch thee , fair spirit , thy shining wings ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Andrew Marvell Anon beauty beneath billows bird blessed bliss bloom blue bosom bough bowers breast breathe breeze bright brow child cloud dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eliza Cook eyes fair fair band fancy crown father Ferdinand Freiligrath flowers forest forest lea gentle glory grave green grey grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour land leaves light lone look mirth morn mother mountain Muça neath nest night nursling o'er once pale passed rest rill rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars storm strain stream sweet sweet flags sweet sacrifice tears tell temple of tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thundering bands tree voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood young youth
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Página 123 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
Página 198 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Página 117 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 154 - Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 145 - THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky ; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Página 248 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 152 - 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.
Página 45 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 120 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Página 161 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.