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... What art thou , MIGHTY One " " Be hush'd , be hush'd , ye bitter Winds " The Lullaby of a Female Convert to her Child · · · 54 55 56 57 · 58 58 59 60 61 vi CONTENTS . POEMS WRITTEN DURING , OR SHORTLY AFTER "O pale art thou, my Lamp"
... What art thou , MIGHTY One " " Be hush'd , be hush'd , ye bitter Winds " The Lullaby of a Female Convert to her Child · · · 54 55 56 57 · 58 58 59 60 61 vi CONTENTS . POEMS WRITTEN DURING , OR SHORTLY AFTER "O pale art thou, my Lamp"
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... Thou know'st to charm the woodland train : The rustic swains believe thy power Can hush the wild winds when they roar , And still the billowy main . V. These honours , Lyre , we yet may keep ORIGINAL Preface to Clifton Grove To my Lyre.
... Thou know'st to charm the woodland train : The rustic swains believe thy power Can hush the wild winds when they roar , And still the billowy main . V. These honours , Lyre , we yet may keep ORIGINAL Preface to Clifton Grove To my Lyre.
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... winds along , Perchance , inspired with ardour chaste , I yet might call the ear of taste To listen to my song , IX . Oh ! then , my little friend , thy style I'd change to happier lays , Oh ! then , the cloister'd glooms should smile ...
... winds along , Perchance , inspired with ardour chaste , I yet might call the ear of taste To listen to my song , IX . Oh ! then , my little friend , thy style I'd change to happier lays , Oh ! then , the cloister'd glooms should smile ...
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... wind - rock'd bed ; Still'd is the village hum - the woodland sounds Have ceas'd to echo o'er the dewy grounds , And general silence reigns , save when below , The murmuring Trent is scarcely heard to flow ; And save when , swung by ...
... wind - rock'd bed ; Still'd is the village hum - the woodland sounds Have ceas'd to echo o'er the dewy grounds , And general silence reigns , save when below , The murmuring Trent is scarcely heard to flow ; And save when , swung by ...
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... winds around revil'd , With awful pleasure big , I heard and smil'd . Belov'd remembrance ! -Memory which endears This silent spot to my advancing years . Here , dwells eternal peace , eternal rest , In shades like these to live , is to ...
... winds around revil'd , With awful pleasure big , I heard and smil'd . Belov'd remembrance ! -Memory which endears This silent spot to my advancing years . Here , dwells eternal peace , eternal rest , In shades like these to live , is to ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
art thou beam Behold breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT charms cheek CHRISTIAD CLIFTON GROVE clouds croud dark death deep delight distant dost dreams drear eternal faint fancy fear feel gale genius gleam gloom Gondoline grave groves harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE honours hope hour lazy Kate life's light lonely loud lyre maid melancholy mighty mind moon mortal mournful muse never night o'er pain pale pangs peace pensive pleasure Poems poet Pythagoras Quatorzain rest rise River Trent round scene serene shade sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit star of Bethlehem steal stern storm stream sublime sweet sweetly tear tell thee thine thought throne twas vale vault of death wakeful wandering wave weep wild winds wing wrapt youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 126 - When I resemble her to thee. How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Pàgina 194 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Pàgina 192 - THE Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high ; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim, Full royally he rode ; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad.
Pàgina 123 - Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
Pàgina 191 - He bowed the heavens also, and came down : and darkness was under his feet. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly : yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
Pàgina 123 - Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose, It was the Star of Bethlehem. V. It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And through the storm and dangers' thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
Pàgina 122 - WHEN, marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 2 Hark! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem; But one alone the Saviour speaks— It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Pàgina 203 - Thro' wasteful solitudes, and lurid heaths, Weary, forlorn ; than when the fated fair Upon the bosom bright of silver Thames Launches in all the lustre of brocade, Amid the splendours of the laughing Sun. The gay description palls upon the sense. And coldly strikes the mind with feeble bliss.
Pàgina 187 - Thus far have I pursued my solemn theme With self-rewarding toil ; — thus far have sung Of godlike deeds, far loftier than beseem The lyre, which I in early days have strung ; And now my spirits faint, and I have hung The shell, that solaced me -in saddest hour, On the dark cypress ! and the strings which rung With Jesus' praise, their harpings now are o'er, Or when the breeze comes by moan and are heard no more.
Pàgina 52 - Thee, when young spring first questioned winter's sway. And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and alone, Thy tender elegance.