Occasional Pieces of PoetryE. Bliss and E. White, 1825 - Всего страниц: 111 |
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... banks of green , While dimpling eddies play'd between . Such be your gentle motion , Till life's last pulse shall beat ; Like summer's beam , and summer's stream , Float on , in joy , to meet A calmer sea , where storms shall cease- A ...
... banks of green , While dimpling eddies play'd between . Such be your gentle motion , Till life's last pulse shall beat ; Like summer's beam , and summer's stream , Float on , in joy , to meet A calmer sea , where storms shall cease- A ...
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... banks of Boyne , its leaves Green Erin's shamrock wildly weaves . In France , in sunny France , we'll get The fleur - de - lys and mignonette , From every consecrated spot Where lies a martyr'd Hugonot ; And cull , even here , from many ...
... banks of Boyne , its leaves Green Erin's shamrock wildly weaves . In France , in sunny France , we'll get The fleur - de - lys and mignonette , From every consecrated spot Where lies a martyr'd Hugonot ; And cull , even here , from many ...
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... bank , or whispering stream , Or pensive shade , in twilight softness deck'd , Or dewy canopy of flowers , or beam Of autumn's sun , by various foliage check'd . Our sweetest river , and our loveliest glen , Our softest waterfalls ...
... bank , or whispering stream , Or pensive shade , in twilight softness deck'd , Or dewy canopy of flowers , or beam Of autumn's sun , by various foliage check'd . Our sweetest river , and our loveliest glen , Our softest waterfalls ...
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... bank bills ; And , though no literary man , I love To read their short and pithy sentences . But I hate types and printers - and the gang Of editors and scribblers . Their remarks , Essays , songs , paragraphs and prophecies , I utterly ...
... bank bills ; And , though no literary man , I love To read their short and pithy sentences . But I hate types and printers - and the gang Of editors and scribblers . Their remarks , Essays , songs , paragraphs and prophecies , I utterly ...
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... banks , away . There's music in the deep . There's quiet in the deep : -- Above , let tides and tempests rave , And earth - born whirlwinds wake the wave ; Above , let care and fear contend , With sin and sorrow to the end : Here , far ...
... banks , away . There's music in the deep . There's quiet in the deep : -- Above , let tides and tempests rave , And earth - born whirlwinds wake the wave ; Above , let care and fear contend , With sin and sorrow to the end : Here , far ...
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Стр. 6 - The sound of many waters;" and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His cent'ries in the eternal rocks. Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we, That hear the question of that voice sublime ? Oh ! what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ! Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar ! And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him, Who drown'da world, and heap'd the waters far Above its loftiest mountains...
Стр. 27 - THE breath of air that stirs the harp's soft string, Floats on to join the whirlwind and the storm ; The drops of dew exhaled from flowers of spring, Rise and assume the tempest's threatening form ; The first mild beam of morning's glorious sun, Ere night, is sporting in the lightning's flash ; And the smooth stream, that flows in quiet on, Moves but to aid the overwhelming dash That wave and wind can muster, when the might Of earth, and air, and sea, and sky unite.
Стр. 72 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.
Стр. 104 - And the parched ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water: in the habitation of dragons where each lay, shall be grass, with reeds and rushes.
Стр. 108 - Who scoff in your pride at your Maker's name, By the pebbly stream and the shady tree — Hope in your mountains, and hope in your streams, Bow down in their worship, and loudly pray ; Trust in your strength, and believe in your dreams, But the wind shall carry them all away.
Стр. 74 - The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
Стр. 51 - The sweet brier shall bloom, and the wild grape shall cluster, And o'er him the leaves of the ivy be shed. There shall they mix with the fern and the heather, There shall the young eagle shed its first feather, The wolves with his wild dogs shall lie there together, And moan o'er the spot where the hunter is laid.
Стр. 5 - THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from His hollow hand, And hung His bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, The sound of many waters ; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks.
Стр. 50 - Where the snake in the swamp sucks its deadliest poison, . And the cat of the mountains keeps watch for its food ; But the leaf shall be greener, the sky shall be purer, The eye shall be clearer, the rifle be surer, And stronger the arm of the fearless endurer, That trusts nought but Heaven in his way through the wood.