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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... Pale Memory deemed she saw thy cherished form Snatched from the foe , or rescued from the storm ; And faithful Love , unfailing and untired , Clung to each hope , and sighed as each expired . On the bleak desert , or the tombless sea ...
... Pale Memory deemed she saw thy cherished form Snatched from the foe , or rescued from the storm ; And faithful Love , unfailing and untired , Clung to each hope , and sighed as each expired . On the bleak desert , or the tombless sea ...
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... pale , shuddering lips , " O God ! if in those brutal hands I fall , Living , look not into your mother's face Or any woman's more ! " What time had passed Above our bowed heads , we pent , pinioned there By awe and nameless horror ...
... pale , shuddering lips , " O God ! if in those brutal hands I fall , Living , look not into your mother's face Or any woman's more ! " What time had passed Above our bowed heads , we pent , pinioned there By awe and nameless horror ...
Side 44
... pale red leaves And silver sluices , and the shining stems Of runnel - blooms , the dreamy wanderer saw , The wilder for the vision of the moon , Stark desolations and a waste of plain All smit by flame and broken with the storms ...
... pale red leaves And silver sluices , and the shining stems Of runnel - blooms , the dreamy wanderer saw , The wilder for the vision of the moon , Stark desolations and a waste of plain All smit by flame and broken with the storms ...
Side 48
... pale as southern evenings when the year has lost its power , And the wasted face of April weeps above the withered flower . Not that seasons bring no solace , not that time lacks light and rest ; But the old things were the dearest ...
... pale as southern evenings when the year has lost its power , And the wasted face of April weeps above the withered flower . Not that seasons bring no solace , not that time lacks light and rest ; But the old things were the dearest ...
Side 56
... pale beneath the blaze Of twinkling winglets hovering o'er their petals , Brilliant as rain - drops where the western sun Sees his own beams of miniature in each . * * The fierce sea - eagle , humble in attire , In port terrific , from ...
... pale beneath the blaze Of twinkling winglets hovering o'er their petals , Brilliant as rain - drops where the western sun Sees his own beams of miniature in each . * * The fierce sea - eagle , humble in attire , In port terrific , from ...
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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...