Walks in a forest: or, Poems descriptive of scenery of a forest [by T. Gisborne]. To which are added, some poems not before publ1813 |
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... Past ages , or in visionary song Heroic worth pourtray . Inventive , some Some ply Call art the paths of life with needful aid To smooth , or grace with ornament . The spade and ploughshare , skilful to foreknow What best each soil may ...
... Past ages , or in visionary song Heroic worth pourtray . Inventive , some Some ply Call art the paths of life with needful aid To smooth , or grace with ornament . The spade and ploughshare , skilful to foreknow What best each soil may ...
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... past alarm ; The tribes of evening issue from their cells , To animate the dusk . Heard ye the owl Hoot to her mate responsive ? ' Twas not she Whom floating on white pinions near his barn The farmer views well pleased , and bids his ...
... past alarm ; The tribes of evening issue from their cells , To animate the dusk . Heard ye the owl Hoot to her mate responsive ? ' Twas not she Whom floating on white pinions near his barn The farmer views well pleased , and bids his ...
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... past , Or corse of long - lost pilgrim parch'd to stone . If to a bordering forest , when the sun Kindles the west , his weary course draw nigh ; Soon as the orb its last red crescent dips , At once the lion's desert - shaking roar ...
... past , Or corse of long - lost pilgrim parch'd to stone . If to a bordering forest , when the sun Kindles the west , his weary course draw nigh ; Soon as the orb its last red crescent dips , At once the lion's desert - shaking roar ...
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... noon , Where deathlike silence brooded o'er the wild , And boundless space seem'd but a larger grave ; Where late the camel's bleaching ribs he past , And corse of long - lost pilgrim parch'd to stone SUMMER.MOONLIGHT . 61.
... noon , Where deathlike silence brooded o'er the wild , And boundless space seem'd but a larger grave ; Where late the camel's bleaching ribs he past , And corse of long - lost pilgrim parch'd to stone SUMMER.MOONLIGHT . 61.
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... , his mighty lance Sordid with dust , and blunt with cankering age , High on the wall mid tatter'd ensigns hangs , And mouldering trophies of its past renown . Why gleams the axe ? Why falls the verdant branch 16 142 WALKS IN A FOREST .
... , his mighty lance Sordid with dust , and blunt with cankering age , High on the wall mid tatter'd ensigns hangs , And mouldering trophies of its past renown . Why gleams the axe ? Why falls the verdant branch 16 142 WALKS IN A FOREST .
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Antistrophe arms Athelwold Autumn bade Bard bark beams Behold bend beneath Bids blaze bliss bosom boughs breast breath bright brow burst Calno chap charms Christian clouds Cormeille cries dark death earth eternal Fieldfares fire fix'd flame flood forest gale gannets gaze glade gleam gloom glory glow grave grief hail hand Hark haste hear heart Heaven Hebrides hill hope Imperial oak labouring Lapland light Lord lyre meridian height Mount Etna night o'er pale pause peace Pennant's pile plain praise prey Pyrrhonic rage rapture realms rise round Samaria scarce scene scorn shade shakes shore Sire skies sleep soul spread Spring storm stream Stretch'd strong to save sweep swell sylvan Thee thine thou throne tide toil trees tremble trunk Tutbury Castle Twas unnumber'd vale veil voice wave wild wild arms wild banks wings wood yonder youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 64 - The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words, literally translated, were these :— ' The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk — no wife to grind his corn.
Seite 252 - O Assyrian, the rod of mine anger, and the staff in their hand is mine indignation. I will send him against an hypocritical nation, and against the people of my wrath will I give him a charge, to take the spoil, and to take the prey, and to tread them down like the mire of the streets. Howbeit he meaneth not so, neither doth his heart think so ; but it is in his heart to destroy and cut off nations not a few.
Seite 256 - And the Light of Israel shall be for a fire, and his Holy One for a flame : and it shall burn and devour his thorns and his briers in one day...
Seite 253 - Wherefore it shall come to pass, that when the Lord hath performed his whole work upon mount Zion and on Jerusalem. I will punish the fruit of 3* the stout heart of the king of Assyria, and the glory of his high looks.
Seite 64 - About sunset, however, as I was preparing to pass the night in this manner, and had turned my horse loose, that he might graze at liberty, a woman, returning from the labours of the field, stopped to observe me, and perceiving that I was weary and dejected, inquired into my situation, which I briefly explained to her; whereupon, with looks of great compassion, she took up my saddle and bridle, and told me to follow her.
Seite 224 - Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition...
Seite 3 - The meanest herb we trample in the field, Or in the garden nurture, when its leaf In autumn dies, forebodes another spring, And from brief slumber wakes to life again : Man wakes no more ! Man — peerless, valiant, wise — Once chill'd by death, sleeps hopeless in the dust, A long, unbroken, never-ending sleep.
Seite 255 - Shall the axe boast itself against him that heweth therewith ? or shall the saw magnify itself against him that shaketh it ? as if the rod should shake itself against them that lift it up, or as if the staff should lift up itself, as if it were no wood.
Seite 104 - Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene; and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
Seite 171 - Where grief shall never wound, nor death, Beneath the Saviour's reign ; Nor sin, with pestilential breath, His holy realm profane...