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 6
... form , and hangs the feverish head ! There is no lustre in his wandering eye , His forehead hath no show of majesty ; His gasping lip , too weak for wail or prayer , Scarce stirs the breeze , and leaves no echo there ; And his strong ...
... form , and hangs the feverish head ! There is no lustre in his wandering eye , His forehead hath no show of majesty ; His gasping lip , too weak for wail or prayer , Scarce stirs the breeze , and leaves no echo there ; And his strong ...
Side 7
... form of gloom , And lorn acacias shed their shadow gray , Bloomless and leafless , o'er the buried clay . And often there , when calmly , coldly bright , The midnight moon flings down her ghastly light , With solemn murmur and with ...
... form of gloom , And lorn acacias shed their shadow gray , Bloomless and leafless , o'er the buried clay . And often there , when calmly , coldly bright , The midnight moon flings down her ghastly light , With solemn murmur and with ...
Side 8
... form appears to glide , Haunting the grove , or floating on the tide ; Oh , there was grief for thee , and bitter tears , And racking doubts through long and joyless years ; And tender tongues that babbled of the theme , And lonely ...
... form appears to glide , Haunting the grove , or floating on the tide ; Oh , there was grief for thee , and bitter tears , And racking doubts through long and joyless years ; And tender tongues that babbled of the theme , And lonely ...
Side 11
... forms , expands , And opens to the sky her hundred lands , From where the day - beam paints the waters blue , Around the blessed islands of Arroo , And life , in all its myriad mouldings , plays , Amid the beauty of the tropic blaze ...
... forms , expands , And opens to the sky her hundred lands , From where the day - beam paints the waters blue , Around the blessed islands of Arroo , And life , in all its myriad mouldings , plays , Amid the beauty of the tropic blaze ...
Side 13
... forms . Methinks I see Australian landscapes still , But softer beauty sits on every hill ; I see bright meadows decked in livelier green , The yellow cornfield , and the blossomed bean ; A hundred flocks o'er smiling pastures roam ...
... forms . Methinks I see Australian landscapes still , But softer beauty sits on every hill ; I see bright meadows decked in livelier green , The yellow cornfield , and the blossomed bean ; A hundred flocks o'er smiling pastures roam ...
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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...