The Winter-bloomHenry D. Moore Hogan & Thompson, 1850 - 240 sider |
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Side 28
... gazing there , would almost warm in its sun , or repose and slumber in its grateful shade . But the scenery of this romantic spot of earth is not attractive in the summer - tide only . For when Autumn , stealing o'er the hills and ...
... gazing there , would almost warm in its sun , or repose and slumber in its grateful shade . But the scenery of this romantic spot of earth is not attractive in the summer - tide only . For when Autumn , stealing o'er the hills and ...
Side 32
... gaze upon these scenes no more . " ( These words were uttered with an impressive that attracted my attention , and filled me with inc ble emotions ; and I could see the tear start in man's eye and fall down upon his cheek , which , h he ...
... gaze upon these scenes no more . " ( These words were uttered with an impressive that attracted my attention , and filled me with inc ble emotions ; and I could see the tear start in man's eye and fall down upon his cheek , which , h he ...
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... gaze became fixed for an instant , and then forgetting every thing but him , she extended her hands , while a ... gazing on the countenance of him she loved . " Will you not come , cousin Eda ? " repeated her young companion , somewhat ...
... gaze became fixed for an instant , and then forgetting every thing but him , she extended her hands , while a ... gazing on the countenance of him she loved . " Will you not come , cousin Eda ? " repeated her young companion , somewhat ...
Side 85
... only pure bliss can bestow ; Which kindle in her soft blue eye With such a placid witchery . She raises in her little fingers Her wand , and waves it thrice on air ; The car has vanished , but she lingers To gaze 8 Fairyland . 85.
... only pure bliss can bestow ; Which kindle in her soft blue eye With such a placid witchery . She raises in her little fingers Her wand , and waves it thrice on air ; The car has vanished , but she lingers To gaze 8 Fairyland . 85.
Side 86
Henry D. Moore. The car has vanished , but she lingers To gaze upon those bright forms there , As true to her as they are fair ; Then onward glides from flower to flower , Along her velvet pathway spread , Scarce brushing off their dewy ...
Henry D. Moore. The car has vanished , but she lingers To gaze upon those bright forms there , As true to her as they are fair ; Then onward glides from flower to flower , Along her velvet pathway spread , Scarce brushing off their dewy ...
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Alice Alme amid Artabanus Artaxerxes beauty Bela beneath blessing bride brother brow Cassimer charm cheek cheer child clouds communion contemplation cottage crown crusades dark death Divine dreams Duke of Austria earth father favour fear feel flowers gaze genius gladness glory glowing Gondolier Greek slave hand happiness hear heart heaven HENRY D holy honour hope Hungary Hystaspes Innu inspired king kingdom Lake of Como leave light looked marriage mind Montrose mother mountains nature never night nobles o'er passed peace Philip Augustus philosophy pleasure prayer rapture replied Richard Saladin Saracens scenes seemed shade smile song sorrow soul spirit stars steal sweet sympathy tears Ten Virgins thee thing third crusade thou thought Thrace throne tion toil triumph true truth Uladislaus uncle virtue voice Walter Tracy wandering wave weep winds Xerxes YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young youth
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Side 18 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Side 18 - I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Side 16 - O Adam, One Almighty is, from Whom All things proceed, and up to Him return, If not depraved from good, created all Such to perfection, one first matter all, Endued with various forms, various degrees Of substance, and in things that live, of life...
Side 108 - WE are as clouds that veil the midnight moon : How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly! — yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost for ever: 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.
Side 17 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Side 73 - Shechem said unto her father and unto her brethren, Let me find grace in your eyes, and what ye shall say unto me I will give. 12 Ask me never so much dowry and gift, and I will give according as yc shall say unto me: but give me the damsel to wife.
Side 145 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Side 101 - Doomed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know Delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep a little while ; Then melt, ye elements, that formed in vain This troubled pulse, and visionary brain ! Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom, And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb...
Side 101 - This frail and feverish being of an hour; Doomed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know Delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep a little while ; Then melt, ye elements, that formed in vain This troubled pulse, and visionary brain!
Side 108 - Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last. We rest. A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise. One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or wee'p ; Embrace fond woe or cast our cares away : It is the same ! For, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free : Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Naught may endure but Mutability.