The Book of Gems: Pomfret to Bloomfield |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 5
Seite 64
Lo , the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds , or hears him in
the wind ; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk , or
milky way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has given , Behind the cloud - topt hill ...
Lo , the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds , or hears him in
the wind ; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk , or
milky way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has given , Behind the cloud - topt hill ...
Seite 72
When floating clouds their spongy fleeces drain , Troubling the streams with swift
descending rain ; And waters tumbling down the mountain's side , Bear the loose
soil into the swelling tide ; Then soon as vernal gales begin to rise , And drive ...
When floating clouds their spongy fleeces drain , Troubling the streams with swift
descending rain ; And waters tumbling down the mountain's side , Bear the loose
soil into the swelling tide ; Then soon as vernal gales begin to rise , And drive ...
Seite 78
I 1 Up springs the hern , redoubling every stroke , Conscious of danger , stretches
far away , With busy pennons and projected beak , Piercing th ' opponent clouds :
the falcon swift Follows at speed , mounts as he mounts , for hope Gives ...
I 1 Up springs the hern , redoubling every stroke , Conscious of danger , stretches
far away , With busy pennons and projected beak , Piercing th ' opponent clouds :
the falcon swift Follows at speed , mounts as he mounts , for hope Gives ...
Seite 100
The thunder rolls : be hush'd the prostrate world ; While cloud to cloud returns the
solemn hymn . Bleat out afresh , ye hills : ye mossy rocks , Retain the sound : the
broad responsive low , Ye valleys , raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns ; And ...
The thunder rolls : be hush'd the prostrate world ; While cloud to cloud returns the
solemn hymn . Bleat out afresh , ye hills : ye mossy rocks , Retain the sound : the
broad responsive low , Ye valleys , raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns ; And ...
Seite 104
Yet not in thoughtless slumber were they past : For oft the heavenly fire , that lay
conceal'd Beneath the sleeping embers , mounted fast , And all its native light
anew reveald : Oft as he travers'd the cerulean field , And markt the clouds that ...
Yet not in thoughtless slumber were they past : For oft the heavenly fire , that lay
conceal'd Beneath the sleeping embers , mounted fast , And all its native light
anew reveald : Oft as he travers'd the cerulean field , And markt the clouds that ...
Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appear bear beauty better born breast character charms clouds continued dear death deep delight described died earth face fair fall fame fancy fate father fear feel genius gentle give grace grave green hand happy head hear heart Heaven hills hope hour human Italy kind learning leave light lived look Lord means meet merit mind Muse nature never night o'er obtained once pain pass perhaps person plain pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise pride productions published received rest rise round seen sense shade smile song soon soul sound spirit spring stream sweet taste tears tender thee thing thou thought tree true truth turn verse virtue wave wind writing young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 87 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Seite 35 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Seite 87 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks: And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Seite 154 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Seite 146 - * And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Seite 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the...
Seite 58 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Seite 88 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Seite 208 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Seite 269 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...