The Poetry of Life, 2. kötetCarey, Lea, and Blanchard, 1835 |
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18. oldal
... rest of her life , never to receive the incense of less hal- lowed praise . " If thou wert by my side , my love ! How fast would evening fail In green Bengala's palmy grove , Listening the nightingale ! " If thou , my love ! wert by my ...
... rest of her life , never to receive the incense of less hal- lowed praise . " If thou wert by my side , my love ! How fast would evening fail In green Bengala's palmy grove , Listening the nightingale ! " If thou , my love ! wert by my ...
22. oldal
... rest after a labo- rious journey , in a safe sweet garden of refreshment and peace . There is unquestionably much to be done in the way of cultivating this garden , and maintaining our right to possess it ; but it repays us for the ...
... rest after a labo- rious journey , in a safe sweet garden of refreshment and peace . There is unquestionably much to be done in the way of cultivating this garden , and maintaining our right to possess it ; but it repays us for the ...
24. oldal
... rest ; It soweth here with toil and care , But the harvest time of love is there . Oh ! when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy , Hath she not then , for pains and fears , The day of wo , the anxious night , For all her ...
... rest ; It soweth here with toil and care , But the harvest time of love is there . Oh ! when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy , Hath she not then , for pains and fears , The day of wo , the anxious night , For all her ...
30. oldal
... rest . It is wearied with an incessant craving for something beyond itself . It seeks for sympathy , but never finds enough . It is dissatisfied with present things , and because the beings around it are too gross or too familiar to ...
... rest . It is wearied with an incessant craving for something beyond itself . It seeks for sympathy , but never finds enough . It is dissatisfied with present things , and because the beings around it are too gross or too familiar to ...
34. oldal
... rest -- the wild deli- rious wanderings - the countenance of the nurse - the voice of the physician - and all the other minutiae of that mournful scene . It is with the tide of feeling as with a swollen river . The violent and ...
... rest -- the wild deli- rious wanderings - the countenance of the nurse - the voice of the physician - and all the other minutiae of that mournful scene . It is with the tide of feeling as with a swollen river . The violent and ...
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admiration affections amongst Ariel arise ascer Balaam beauty behold beneath blessed Book of Job capable character charm cherub children of Israel children of men colouring connexion dark death deep diffused divine earth earthly enjoyment eternal evil existence faculty faithful familiar familiar spirits feeling genius glory grief hand happiness harmony hast hath heart heaven hope human ideas imagination impressions impulse influence instance intel intellectual Israel Jephthah language less light listen lives look Lord Lord Byron majesty mankind Mark Antony melancholy mental mighty mind Moab moral mountain nature ness never nexion object pain passions perceptions Philistines pity pleasure poet poetical poetry principles PROSPERO pure racter refined religion rience Saul Sisera smile sorrow soul speak sphere spirit stars sublime suffering sweet taste tears tender thee thine things thou thoughts tion truth unto voice wings woman wonder words writer
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32. oldal - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
156. oldal - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
169. oldal - He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured...
82. oldal - And Cain talked with Abel his brother : and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.
102. oldal - There is none like unto the God of Jeshurun, who rideth upon the heaven in thy help, and in his excellency on the sky. The eternal God is thy refuge; and underneath are the everlasting arms; and he shall thrust out the enemy from before thee, and shall, say, Destroy them.
89. oldal - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee : for whither thou goest, I will go ; and where thou lodgest I will lodge : thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: " Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
153. oldal - All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality.
101. oldal - The Lord is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation : he is my God, and I will prepare him an habitation ; my father's God, and I will exalt him.
176. oldal - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters...
170. oldal - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.