Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Bind 22 |
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... O'er the wide seas her wandering sight she threw : If haply , since the torch was quenched in shade , Her bridegroom o'er the waters , devious , strayed . When , at the turret's foot , her glance described His rock - torn corse cast ...
... O'er the wide seas her wandering sight she threw : If haply , since the torch was quenched in shade , Her bridegroom o'er the waters , devious , strayed . When , at the turret's foot , her glance described His rock - torn corse cast ...
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... o'er the lawn , with dance and festive song , Young Pleasure led the jocund hours along : In gay luxuriance Ceres too was seen To crown the valleys with eternal green : For wealth , for valor , courted and revered , What Albion is ...
... o'er the lawn , with dance and festive song , Young Pleasure led the jocund hours along : In gay luxuriance Ceres too was seen To crown the valleys with eternal green : For wealth , for valor , courted and revered , What Albion is ...
Side 6
... o'er the woodland scene ; Creation smiles around ; on every spray The warbling birds exalt their evening lay ; Blithe skipping o'er yon hill , the fleecy train Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain ; The golden lime and orange there ...
... o'er the woodland scene ; Creation smiles around ; on every spray The warbling birds exalt their evening lay ; Blithe skipping o'er yon hill , the fleecy train Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain ; The golden lime and orange there ...
Side 7
... o'er land and main , Emerging clouds the azure east invade , And wrap the lucid spheres in gradual shade ; While yet the songsters of the vocal grove With dying numbers tune the soul to love . William Falconer . CRETE . SPERANZA ...
... o'er land and main , Emerging clouds the azure east invade , And wrap the lucid spheres in gradual shade ; While yet the songsters of the vocal grove With dying numbers tune the soul to love . William Falconer . CRETE . SPERANZA ...
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... O'er - picturing that Venus , where we see The fancy outwork nature : on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys , like smiling Cupids , With diverse - colour'd fans , whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool ...
... O'er - picturing that Venus , where we see The fancy outwork nature : on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys , like smiling Cupids , With diverse - colour'd fans , whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool ...
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Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland ..., Bind 30 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Abdel-Hassan Achilles Allah Arab Babylon Bayard Taylor beauty Belshazzar beneath blaze breast breath bright burning camels cave cloud crown Cyprus dark dead deep desert earth Euphrates eyes fair fame fear fire flame flowers gaze gleam glory glow gold golden prime green hand harken ere Haroun Alraschid hast hath heard heart heaven Henry Hart Milman Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hylas John Greenleaf Whittier Karaman king Kubleh land light limbs lonely Lord Lord Byron mighty mother Ida Mount Hor mountain murmur Nicholas Michell night Nineveh o'er pale palm Peleus plain pride purple river roar robe Robert Southey rocks rolled rose round sand Scamander shade shadow Shammar shine sleep smile soft Sofuk song soul spake stars stood stream sweet tent thee thine thou throne Tmolus towers Troy voice W. E. Aytoun walls wandering waste waters waves wept wild wind wings
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Side 10 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Side 113 - Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. Another side, umbrageous grots and caves Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant...
Side 78 - A lady with a lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
Side 5 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay"d the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Side 61 - How ill this taper burns ! Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition.
Side 109 - So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champaign head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access denied...
Side 258 - Right for the polar star, past Orgunje, Brimming, and bright, and large ; then sands begin To hem his watery march, and dam his streams, And split his currents; that for many a league The shorn and parcelled Oxus strains along Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles...
Side 171 - Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...
Side 190 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Side 114 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all ; And worthy seem'd : for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom...