The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional NotesH. Hooker, 1841 - 405 páginas |
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... Gaze on each other ' neath the horrid blaze . It scares the sea - birds from their nests . They dart and wheel with deaf'ning screams ; Now dark , and now their wings and breasts Flash back disastrous gleams . O , sin , what hast thou ...
... Gaze on each other ' neath the horrid blaze . It scares the sea - birds from their nests . They dart and wheel with deaf'ning screams ; Now dark , and now their wings and breasts Flash back disastrous gleams . O , sin , what hast thou ...
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... gaze upon thy calm , pure sphere , And read of heaven's eternal year . Oh ! when , amid the throng of men , The heart grows sick of hollow mirth , How willingly we turn us , then , Away from this cold earth , And look into thy azure ...
... gaze upon thy calm , pure sphere , And read of heaven's eternal year . Oh ! when , amid the throng of men , The heart grows sick of hollow mirth , How willingly we turn us , then , Away from this cold earth , And look into thy azure ...
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... gazing , then , with streaming eyes , a glimpse The wicked caught of Paradise , where streaks Of splendor , golden gleamings , radiance shone , Like the deep glories of declining day , When , washed by evening showers , the huge - orbed ...
... gazing , then , with streaming eyes , a glimpse The wicked caught of Paradise , where streaks Of splendor , golden gleamings , radiance shone , Like the deep glories of declining day , When , washed by evening showers , the huge - orbed ...
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... gazing idly on them , as they played , Are holding yet their frolic in the air ; The motion , joy , and beauty still are there- But not for me ! -I look upon the ground : Myriads of happy faces throng me round , Familiar to my eye ; yet ...
... gazing idly on them , as they played , Are holding yet their frolic in the air ; The motion , joy , and beauty still are there- But not for me ! -I look upon the ground : Myriads of happy faces throng me round , Familiar to my eye ; yet ...
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... gaze , And massive bolts may baffle his design , And vigilant keepers watch his devious ways : * This sonnet , written during Mr. Garrison's despotic imprisonment , pos- sesses a nobleness and an energy in the thought , a corresponding ...
... gaze , And massive bolts may baffle his design , And vigilant keepers watch his devious ways : * This sonnet , written during Mr. Garrison's despotic imprisonment , pos- sesses a nobleness and an energy in the thought , a corresponding ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Absalom beams beauty beneath bird blessed bloom blue bosom breast breath breeze bright brow calm CARLOS WILCOX clouds cold dark dead death deep dream dwell earth eternal fair Father fear feel flowers gaze gentle glorious glory glow golden golden sun gone grave green Hadad hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helon hills holy hour land leaves light lips living lonely look lyre morning mountain Nath night o'er ocean old oaken bucket orbs pale peace praise prayer pure rest roll round Rudbari Samuel F. B. Morse Sawney Beane scene shade shine shore silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream sublime sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thundering bands tomb tread trees Twas Twill vale voice waters waves weary weep white-thorn wild winds wings woods youth
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Página 134 - Yet a' few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Página 52 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Página 147 - 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 216 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 57 - They fought — like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquered — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won ; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Página 53 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Página 92 - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.
Página 36 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Página 264 - EVENING WIND Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day, Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea!
Página 149 - 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 the woods And drowns the villages; when, at thy call, Uprises the great deep and throws himself Upon the continent, and overwhelms Its...