Imaginations and imitations [in verse], by HopeJohn Olliver, 1846 - 252 oldal |
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anguish another's art thou awhile beams beautiful blessing bliss breast breath breeze bright bright eye brighter brightest brooklet bude-light burst calm chameleon charm childhood's clouds dark dear dearest delight despair dream e'en earth echo eyes faint fair fairest faith fear feel flow flower fond forget fraught fretwork gaze gentle glad glance gleam glorious glory gloweth glowing gone grief happy happy hour harebell heart Heaven high cascade holy hope HORACE SMITH hour joyous light living Lord of light love's memory moment of pleasure never night o'er pain PALL MALL parterre passed peace rainbow rapture rejoice remembrance rest rill rise scene shadows shed shine sigh silence skies sleep smile soft soothe sorrow soul spring star steal stream sunbeam sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine Thou art thought tone twilight voice wandering watch waves weep words zephyr
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174. oldal - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
1. oldal - They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom, and talk of thy power; To make known to the sons of men his mighty acts, and the glorious majesty of his kingdom.
18. oldal - O ! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
174. oldal - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
189. oldal - There is a river, the streams whereof make glad the city of God, The holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.
14. oldal - Lord from the dead ; who was delivered for our offences, and raised again for our justification
141. oldal - ... every shore And your triumphs reach as far As night or day, Yet you, proud monarchs, must obey And mingle with forgotten ashes, when Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. Devouring Famine, Plague, and War, Each able to undo mankind, Death's servile emissaries are ; Nor to these alone confined, He hath at will More quaint and subtle ways to kill ; A smile or kiss, as he will use the art, Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.
10. oldal - Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, to visit the fatherless and the widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.
174. oldal - In her was youth, beauty, with humble port, Bounty, richesse, and womanly feature ; God better knows than my pen can report, Wisdom, largesse ,t estate,! and cunning § sure, In every point so guided her measure, In word, in deed, in shape, in countenance, That nature might no more her child advance.
191. oldal - ... and sung : And, proud of health, of freedom vain, Dreamed not of sorrow, care, or pain ; Concluding, in those hours of glee, That all the world was made for me. But when the...