The Poetical Works of Robert SoutheyLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1845 - 800 sidor |
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... light the speckled motes , As if in mimicry of insect play , Floated with mazy movement . Sloping down Over the altar pass'd the pillar'd beam , And rested on the sinful woman's grave As if it enter'd there , a light from Heaven ...
... light the speckled motes , As if in mimicry of insect play , Floated with mazy movement . Sloping down Over the altar pass'd the pillar'd beam , And rested on the sinful woman's grave As if it enter'd there , a light from Heaven ...
Sida 13
... light Approach'd the spring ; I saw my Uncle Claude ; His grey locks dripping with the midnight storm , He came , and caught me in his arms , and cried , My God ! my child is safe ! ' " I felt his words Pierce in my heart ; my soul was ...
... light Approach'd the spring ; I saw my Uncle Claude ; His grey locks dripping with the midnight storm , He came , and caught me in his arms , and cried , My God ! my child is safe ! ' " I felt his words Pierce in my heart ; my soul was ...
Sida 26
... light ; Pure water in a font beneath reflects The many - colour'd rays ; around that font The fathers stand , and there with rites ordain'd And signs symbolic strew the hallowing salt , Wherewith the limpid water , consecrate , So ...
... light ; Pure water in a font beneath reflects The many - colour'd rays ; around that font The fathers stand , and there with rites ordain'd And signs symbolic strew the hallowing salt , Wherewith the limpid water , consecrate , So ...
Sida 35
... light , Sunk westering ; when embosom'd in the depth Of that old forest , which for many a league Shadow'd the hills and vales of Orleannois , They pitch their tents . The hum of occupation Sounds ceaseless . Waving to the evening gale ...
... light , Sunk westering ; when embosom'd in the depth Of that old forest , which for many a league Shadow'd the hills and vales of Orleannois , They pitch their tents . The hum of occupation Sounds ceaseless . Waving to the evening gale ...
Sida 45
... light their beacons . Flame on the summit of the circling forts Which with their moats and crenellated walls , Included Orleans . Far across the plain They cast a lurid splendour ; to the troops Grateful , as to the way - worn traveller ...
... light their beacons . Flame on the summit of the circling forts Which with their moats and crenellated walls , Included Orleans . Far across the plain They cast a lurid splendour ; to the troops Grateful , as to the way - worn traveller ...
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The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: Complete in One Volume Robert Southey Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1866 |
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Sida 449 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Sida 164 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and wringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Sida 449 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head. And with a natural sigh, ' Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Sida 449 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Sida 143 - My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Sida 235 - My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away; Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid: What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Sida 7 - But the Lord said unto me, Say not, I am a child : for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.
Sida 208 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Sida 450 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Sida 213 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.