The Last Evening of Catanie; with Other PoemsLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, & Longman, 1834 - 175 sidor |
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... shrine , new - won , Bowed in confession and orison ; Lights through the veil of the darkness rent , Glancing from lattice and battlement , Where the sentinel paced , with lance and bow , Watching the silent world below . But a voice on ...
... shrine , new - won , Bowed in confession and orison ; Lights through the veil of the darkness rent , Glancing from lattice and battlement , Where the sentinel paced , with lance and bow , Watching the silent world below . But a voice on ...
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... shrine's bright ruin the suppliant died , The maid and her lover sunk side by side : Ere the vow was done , or the brief prayer said , Death o'er his victims a veil had shed . Farewell to beauty - a long farewell , To those in the pride ...
... shrine's bright ruin the suppliant died , The maid and her lover sunk side by side : Ere the vow was done , or the brief prayer said , Death o'er his victims a veil had shed . Farewell to beauty - a long farewell , To those in the pride ...
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... shrine - and throng on throng Of veiled worshippers past slowly down The long and lofty aisle - low solemn strains Swelled forth the sacred burden of their hymn , Till each heart throbbed in echo ; the rough soldier , The dark - stoled ...
... shrine - and throng on throng Of veiled worshippers past slowly down The long and lofty aisle - low solemn strains Swelled forth the sacred burden of their hymn , Till each heart throbbed in echo ; the rough soldier , The dark - stoled ...
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... shrine , which stood embowered in trees , Like faith , most lovely in its loneliness : Leoni's hand clasped mine ; -I heard a step Beside me , and a bright gold chain was flung Across my neck- " Thy gift . " Oh , how that sound Thrilled ...
... shrine , which stood embowered in trees , Like faith , most lovely in its loneliness : Leoni's hand clasped mine ; -I heard a step Beside me , and a bright gold chain was flung Across my neck- " Thy gift . " Oh , how that sound Thrilled ...
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... shrine of vanished love , And though we quickly clasp the chain , What strength may loose its links again ? A slave , yet midst its fetters , free- Nature herself is mystery . Yet when day's wearied flow'rets close , And when the stilly ...
... shrine of vanished love , And though we quickly clasp the chain , What strength may loose its links again ? A slave , yet midst its fetters , free- Nature herself is mystery . Yet when day's wearied flow'rets close , And when the stilly ...
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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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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...