The Poetry of the SentimentsRufus Wilmot Griswold Uriah Hunt & Son, 1846 - 320 sider |
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Side 16
... bosoms living things rejoice , And drink the bliss of being from the fount Of all - pervading Love . What mind can know , What tongue can utter all their multitudes ! Thus numberless in numberless abodes ! Known but to thee , blessed ...
... bosoms living things rejoice , And drink the bliss of being from the fount Of all - pervading Love . What mind can know , What tongue can utter all their multitudes ! Thus numberless in numberless abodes ! Known but to thee , blessed ...
Side 49
... bosom in a bossy cuirass , She sits aloft , begirt with battlements And bulwarks swelling from the rock , to guard The sacred courts , pavilions , palaces , Soft gleaming through the umbrage of the woods Which tuft her summit , and ...
... bosom in a bossy cuirass , She sits aloft , begirt with battlements And bulwarks swelling from the rock , to guard The sacred courts , pavilions , palaces , Soft gleaming through the umbrage of the woods Which tuft her summit , and ...
Side 56
... bosom ; morning's milky white , Noon's sapphire , or the saffron glow of eve ; And all thy balmier hours , fair element , Have such divine complexion - crisped smiles , Luxuriant bearings , and sweet whisperings , That little is the ...
... bosom ; morning's milky white , Noon's sapphire , or the saffron glow of eve ; And all thy balmier hours , fair element , Have such divine complexion - crisped smiles , Luxuriant bearings , and sweet whisperings , That little is the ...
Side 66
... bosom , silver lake ! The wild swan spreads his snowy sail , And round his breast the ripples break , As down he bears before the gale . On thy fair bosom , waveless stream ! The dipping 66 POETRY OF THE SENTIMENTS . To Seneca Lake,·
... bosom , silver lake ! The wild swan spreads his snowy sail , And round his breast the ripples break , As down he bears before the gale . On thy fair bosom , waveless stream ! The dipping 66 POETRY OF THE SENTIMENTS . To Seneca Lake,·
Side 67
... , like wreaths of purest snow . On thy fair bosom , silver lake ! O ! I could ever sweep the oar , When early birds at morning wake , And evening tells us toil is o'er . 9 TO MONT BLANC . MOUNTAIN , -who reignest o'er thine ADMIRATION . 6.
... , like wreaths of purest snow . On thy fair bosom , silver lake ! O ! I could ever sweep the oar , When early birds at morning wake , And evening tells us toil is o'er . 9 TO MONT BLANC . MOUNTAIN , -who reignest o'er thine ADMIRATION . 6.
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adore art thou BARRY CORNWALL beams beauty behold beneath birds bless bliss bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm CHARLES LAMB CHARLES SWAIN clouds dark deep delight divine dost doth dream e'en earth ELIZA COOK eternal fair fate fear feel fire flame flowers Friendship gaze gleam glorious glory golden grace green happy hath hear heart heaven hill honour hour JOANNA BAILLIE King of Kings land Liberty light living lonely look Lord lyre morning mountain muse nature's ne'er night o'er praise proud quiet mind rills rocks ROKEBY HALL round shade Shakespeare shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thy majesty vale voice wandering wave wild wind wings