The Winter-bloomHenry D. Moore Hogan & Thompson, 1850 - 240 sider |
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Side 32
... young man ; grown up with them ; I am wedded to them ; linger yet awhile among them ; but soon , very so those I love , whose forms I have not seen thes days , -Heaven rest their spirits , -I'll lay me sleep , and gaze upon these scenes ...
... young man ; grown up with them ; I am wedded to them ; linger yet awhile among them ; but soon , very so those I love , whose forms I have not seen thes days , -Heaven rest their spirits , -I'll lay me sleep , and gaze upon these scenes ...
Side 34
... young hearts had never known so much sorrow . Beautiful as the blushes of the morning , and innocent as the bloom around them , guileless as the zephyr , and joyous as the singing birds , they never dreamed of aught but pleasure . Grief ...
... young hearts had never known so much sorrow . Beautiful as the blushes of the morning , and innocent as the bloom around them , guileless as the zephyr , and joyous as the singing birds , they never dreamed of aught but pleasure . Grief ...
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... young clergyman bent eagerly over the fair girl , who with clasped hands shading her face , sat beside him . While he listens for the answer on which his happiness depends , allow us , dear reader , to introduce more particularly the ...
... young clergyman bent eagerly over the fair girl , who with clasped hands shading her face , sat beside him . While he listens for the answer on which his happiness depends , allow us , dear reader , to introduce more particularly the ...
Side 42
... young minister looked upon him almost as a father , and treated him with the respectful affection of a son , though without the slightest idea of ever assuming that relation towards him . He knew that Mr. Montrose had a daughter , and ...
... young minister looked upon him almost as a father , and treated him with the respectful affection of a son , though without the slightest idea of ever assuming that relation towards him . He knew that Mr. Montrose had a daughter , and ...
Side 43
... young , vigorous , and happy . She found Mrs. Tracy very ill - much worse than she had anticipated , and her gentle heart was touched by the loneliness of the old lady's situa- tion ; her grandson was absent , engaged in his pastoral ...
... young , vigorous , and happy . She found Mrs. Tracy very ill - much worse than she had anticipated , and her gentle heart was touched by the loneliness of the old lady's situa- tion ; her grandson was absent , engaged in his pastoral ...
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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.