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Orpheus could lead the savage race ; And trees uprooted left their place,
Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher ; When to her
organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appear'd, Mistaking
earth ...
Orpheus could lead the savage race ; And trees uprooted left their place,
Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher ; When to her
organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appear'd, Mistaking
earth ...
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Thy brother-angels at thy birth Strung each his lyre, and tuned it high, That all the
people of the sky Might know a poetess was born on earth. And then, if ever,
mortal ears Had heard the music of the spheres. And if no clustering swarm of
bees ...
Thy brother-angels at thy birth Strung each his lyre, and tuned it high, That all the
people of the sky Might know a poetess was born on earth. And then, if ever,
mortal ears Had heard the music of the spheres. And if no clustering swarm of
bees ...
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... letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the
sky : And oft with holy hymns he charm'd their ears ; (A music more melodious
than the spheres ;) For David left him, when he went to rest, His lyre ; and, after
him, ...
... letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the
sky : And oft with holy hymns he charm'd their ears ; (A music more melodious
than the spheres ;) For David left him, when he went to rest, His lyre ; and, after
him, ...
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From Now, from instant Now, great Sire ! dispel The clouds that press my soul ;
from Now reveal A gracious beam of light ; from Now inspire My tongue to sing,
my hand to touch the lyre ; My open thought to joyous prospects raise, And for
Thy ...
From Now, from instant Now, great Sire ! dispel The clouds that press my soul ;
from Now reveal A gracious beam of light ; from Now inspire My tongue to sing,
my hand to touch the lyre ; My open thought to joyous prospects raise, And for
Thy ...
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The captives, as their tyrant shall require That they should breathe the song, and
touch the lyre, Shall say : ' Can Jacob's servile race rejoice, Untuned the music,
and disused the voice ? What can we play ?' (they shall discourse,) ' how sing In
...
The captives, as their tyrant shall require That they should breathe the song, and
touch the lyre, Shall say : ' Can Jacob's servile race rejoice, Untuned the music,
and disused the voice ? What can we play ?' (they shall discourse,) ' how sing In
...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appear arms bear beauty better body breath dead death deep desire doth earth eyes face fair fall fame father fear feel fields fire flowers follow give grace grave hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope human keep kind king laws leave less light live look lord lost means mind nature never night o'er observed once pain pass passions peace pleased pleasure poor praise pride reason receive rest rich rise round scene sense side smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand true turn virtue voice whole wind wings young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 60 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Seite 356 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Seite 101 - Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 298 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid. And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Seite 6 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 297 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Seite 102 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English language |
| Herausgeber | Joseph Guy |
| Veröffentlicht | 1852 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 14. Aug. 2006 |
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