The Last Evening of Catanie; with Other PoemsLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, & Longman, 1834 - 175 sidor |
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The Last Evening of Catanie; with Other Poems William Henry Spicer Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1834 |
The Last Evening of Catanie; with Other Poems William Henry Spicer Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1834 |
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beam beauty blue stream bosom bowers breath breeze bride bright bright leaves brow calm CATANIE cheek cloud crimson sea dark dark page death deep dread dream is passing dwell earth faded faint fair fair brow farewell fear floating flowers fond Fondi garland gaze glance gleam glittering glory glow grief grow Gürtel happy harp hath haunt of fearful heart heaven hope hope's hour hues life's May-day dream light lingering lone love's lyre memories midnight stars midst mingled mournful murmur o'er pale path prayer rose shadow shadow falls shed shining brow shrine sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow sound spirit stars stealing stream summer sunny sunny brow sunshine sweet tears tempest thee thine things thou hast thought throng tomb tone vales veil visions voice wake wave waves dancing weary weep whispering wild young
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Sida 57 - They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Sida 139 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity ; Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts : a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean...
Sida 75 - And pass like visions to their wonted home; And come again, and vanish ; the young Spring Looks ever bright with leaves and blossoming; And Winter always winds his sullen horn, When the wild Autumn, with a look forlorn, Dies in his stormy manhood; and the skies Weep, and flowers sicken, when the summer flies.
Sida 161 - OUR life is two-fold: Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Sida 100 - Or, like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last.
Sida 164 - Estavas , linda Ignez , posta em socego , De teus annos colhendo doce fruto, Naquelle engano da alma, ledo e cego, Que a fortuna...
Sida 28 - Gonzaga, che dovunque il piede volge, e dovunque i sereni occhi gira, non pur ogn'altra di beltà le cede, ma, come scesa dal ciel dea, l'ammira. La cognata è con lei, che di sua fede non mosse mai, perché l'avesse in ira Fortuna che le fe
Sida 115 - There are are two principles in man that strive For ever for the mastery : he is bound Even to the vilest reptiles on the ground. And to the meanest plant or flower alive : Yet he has glory struggling in his breast—- Glory that has its fountain-source above : He stands erect in majesty and love, And power, and joy, and feels that he is blest, Let him beware, then, that his earthly part Bend not...
Sida 133 - American freedom ; yet it is a truth which reason and experience, as well as religion, teach us, that the race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong...