Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Bind 31 |
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Side 2
... darker error , and of deeper woe , Children of wrath and wretchedness who grieve Not for the country , but the crimes they leave , Who , while for them on many a sleepless bed The prayer is murmured and the tear is shed , In exile and ...
... darker error , and of deeper woe , Children of wrath and wretchedness who grieve Not for the country , but the crimes they leave , Who , while for them on many a sleepless bed The prayer is murmured and the tear is shed , In exile and ...
Side 3
... dark brown hill , The small fair garden , and its tinkling rill , His grandame's tale , believed at twilight hour , His sister singing in her myrtle bower , And she , the maid , of every hope bereft , So fondly loved , alas ! so falsely ...
... dark brown hill , The small fair garden , and its tinkling rill , His grandame's tale , believed at twilight hour , His sister singing in her myrtle bower , And she , the maid , of every hope bereft , So fondly loved , alas ! so falsely ...
Side 5
... dark except the soul of Man . Sweet are the links that bind us to our kind , Meek , but unyielding , felt , but undefined ; Sweet is the love of brethren , sweet the joy Of a young mother in her cradled boy , And sweet is childhood's ...
... dark except the soul of Man . Sweet are the links that bind us to our kind , Meek , but unyielding , felt , but undefined ; Sweet is the love of brethren , sweet the joy Of a young mother in her cradled boy , And sweet is childhood's ...
Side 6
... dark - eyed maid to bring with soundless foot The lulling potion or the healing root ? No tender look to meet his wandering gaze ? No tone of fondness , heard in happier days , To soothe the terrors of the spirit's flight , And speak of ...
... dark - eyed maid to bring with soundless foot The lulling potion or the healing root ? No tender look to meet his wandering gaze ? No tone of fondness , heard in happier days , To soothe the terrors of the spirit's flight , And speak of ...
Side 8
... dark horror from my wildered soul ! And are there none to succor ? none to speed A fairer feeling and a holier creed ? Alas ! for this , upon the ocean blue , Lamented Cook , thy pennon hither flew ; For this , undaunted , o'er the ...
... dark horror from my wildered soul ! And are there none to succor ? none to speed A fairer feeling and a holier creed ? Alas ! for this , upon the ocean blue , Lamented Cook , thy pennon hither flew ; For this , undaunted , o'er the ...
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Alfred Domett Alfred Tennyson amid beauty behold beneath billows bird bloom blue bowers breast breath breeze bright brow Bryan Waller Procter calm clouds coral D'ENTRECASTEAUX CHANNEL dark dead death deck deep dread dreams dreary earth Epes Sargent eyes fair fierce fire fleet floating flowers foam gale gaze gleam gloom glow golden green groves hand hath heard heart heaven Henry Kendall island isle land Letitia Elizabeth Landon light living lonely look Luis de Camoens mariner mast mighty mist moon murmur never night o'er ocean pale Philip Gilbert Hamerton purple reef rest roar rocks roll round sails shadow shining ship shore silent sing skies sleep smiles snow song soul sound spirit stars storm strange stream surges sweet swell tempest thee Thomas Kibble Hervey thou thunder tide toil trees voice waters waves wild William Cullen Bryant William Lisle Bowles wind wings
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Side 213 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Side 226 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Side 209 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Side 222 - This hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump. It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff- boat neared: I heard them talk, "Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Side 222 - Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said — "And they answered not our cheer! The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were "Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Side 213 - The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea. PART V Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Side 166 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows...
Side 219 - All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.
Side 107 - Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestowed upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheered by the sallies of youth. Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word ! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford.
Side 165 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...