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Abaddon, the spirit of destruction: and other poems
Sumner Lincoln Fairfield
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1830
Abaddon, the Spirit of Destruction [Microform]: And Other Poems
Sumner Lincoln Fairfield
Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016
Abaddon, the Spirit of Destruction and Other Poems
Sumner L. Fairfield
Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2019
Abaddon amid anguish Ave Maria awful banished beauty Belial blest bliss bosom breath bright brow Charles Wolfe clouds cold crime crown curse Daemon dark darkened dead death deathless deeds deep despair doom Drave dread dreams dust e'en earth eternal evil faith fame fear fell fiend flowers foes gaze genius gleams gloom glorious glory glow guilt gush hallowed hath heart heaven hecatombs holy hope hour immortal John Howard Payne kings Leigh Hunt life's light lone love's loveliness lyre Macedon memory Michael Bruce midnight mind Moloch mountain neath o'er pale Pleiad poem poet pomp prayer pride proud quailed quivering rapture realm round ruin satrap scorn seraph shadows Shelley shrieks shrine sighs silence Sir John Moore skies smiles solitude soul spirit sublime tears thee thine thou thoughts thrilling throne toil tomb tread triumph vale vast voice wandered waste wild wrath youth
Sida 148 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Sida 147 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn...
Sida 120 - Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold what shall befall Him or his children ; evil he may be sure, Which neither his foreknowing can prevent, And he the future evil shall no less In apprehension than in substance feel Grievous to bear...
Sida 2 - BBOWN, of the said district, hath deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as author, in the words following, to wit : " Sertorius : or, the Roman Patriot.
Sida 148 - And slept there since. Upon the sodden ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed; While his bow'd head seem'd list'ning to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet.
Sida 148 - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
Sida 149 - The skin which but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride, The trappings which dizen the proud? Alas ! they are all laid aside ; And here's neither dress nor adornment allowed, But the long winding-sheet, and the fringe of the shroud.
Sida 97 - Of constant infelicity,' cut off From peace like exiles on some barren rock, Their life's appointed prison ; not more free Than...
Sida 2 - ... and also to an act, entitled, " An act, supplementary to an act, entitled, an act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned, and extending the benefit, thereof to the arts of designing, engraving and etching historical and other prints.