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Стр. 142 - And with the thunder talked, as friend to friend ; And wove his garland of the lightning's wing, In sportive twist, the lightning's fiery wing, Which, as the footsteps of the dreadful God, Marching upon the storm in vengeance, seemed; Then turned, and with the grasshopper, who sung His evening song beneath his feet, conversed. Suns, moons, and stars, and clouds, his sisters were ; Rocks, mountains, meteors, seas, and winds, and storms, His brothers, younger brothers, whom he scarce As equals deemed.
Стр. 179 - Most gracious when she seemed the most to frown ! The room I well remember ; and the bed On which she lay ; and all the faces too, That crowded dark and mournfully around. Her father there, and mother bending stood, And down their aged cheeks fell many drops Of bitterness ; her husband, too, was there, And brothers ; and they wept — her sisters, too, Did weep and sorrow comfortless ; and I, Too, wept, tho' not to weeping given ; and all Within the house was dolorous and sad.
Стр. 156 - As living jewels dropped unstained from heaven, That made her fairer far, and sweeter seem, Than every ornament of costliest hue : And who hath not been ravished, as she passed With all her playful band of little ones, Like Luna, with her daughters of the sky, Walking in matron majesty and grace...
Стр. 126 - The books of Time. Productive was the world In many things, but most in books. Like swarms Of locusts, which God sent to vex a land Rebellious long, admonished long in vain, Their numbers they poured annually on man, From heads conceiving still.
Стр. 295 - He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of heaven, To serve the devil in...
Стр. 3 - ... are ; Thou, who of old The prophet's eye unsealed, that nightly saw, While heavy sleep fell down on other men, In holy vision tranced, the future pass Before him, and to Judah's harp attuned Burdens which made the pagan mountains shake, And Zion's cedars bow, — inspire my song ; My eye unscale ; me what is substance teach, And shadow what, while I of things to come, As past, rehearsing, sing the Course of Time, The second birth, and final doom of man.
Стр. 144 - As some fierce comet of tremendous size, To which the stars did reverence as it passed, So he, through learning and through fancy took His flight sublime, and on the loftiest top Of fame's dread mountain sat. Not soiled and worn As if he from the earth had labored up, But as some bird of heavenly plumage fair He looked, which down from higher regions came, And perched it there to see what lay beneath.
Стр. 171 - About their youth ; but they were goodly trees : And oft I wondered, as I sat and thought Beneath their summer shade, or in the night Of winter, heard the spirits of the wind Growling among their boughs, — how they had grown So high, in such a rough tempestuous place : And when a hapless branch, torn by the blast, Fell down, I mourned, as if a friend had fallen.
Стр. 73 - Gold many hunted, sweat and bled for gold ; Waked all the night, and laboured all the day. And what was this allurement dost thou ask ? A dust dug from the bowels of the earth, Which, being cast into the fire, came out A shining thing that fools admired, and called A god ; and in devout and humble plight Before it kneeled, the greater to the less ; And...
Стр. 14 - Through all that dungeon of unfading fire, I saw most miserable beings walk, Burning continually, yet unconsumed ; For ever wasting, yet enduring still ; Dying perpetually, yet never dead. Some wandered lonely in the desert flames, And some in fell encounter fiercely met, With curses loud and blasphemies, that made The cheek of darkness pale ; and as they fought And cursed, and gnashed their teeth, and wished to die, Their hollow eyes did utter streams of woe. And there were groans that ended not,...