Miscellanies: The curse of Minerva. The Waltz. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Hebrew melodies. The Morgante Maggiore of Pulci. The prophecy of Dante. The blues, a literary eclogue. The vision of judgment. The age of bronzeJ. Murray, 1837 |
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Strana 5
... divine . Descending fast , the mountain - shadows kiss Thy glorious gulf , unconquer'd Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse , More deeply purpled , meet his mellowing glance , And tenderest tints , along their summits ...
... divine . Descending fast , the mountain - shadows kiss Thy glorious gulf , unconquer'd Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse , More deeply purpled , meet his mellowing glance , And tenderest tints , along their summits ...
Strana 8
... divine command , Her form appear'd from Phidias ' plastic hand : Gone were the terrors of her awful brow , Her idle ægis bore no Gorgon now ; Her helm was dinted , and the broken lance Seem'd weak and shaftless e'en to mortal glance ...
... divine command , Her form appear'd from Phidias ' plastic hand : Gone were the terrors of her awful brow , Her idle ægis bore no Gorgon now ; Her helm was dinted , and the broken lance Seem'd weak and shaftless e'en to mortal glance ...
Strana 55
... how many communities have they drawn down the blessings of Divine Providence , by bringing the affections in unison with their deep devotional fervour . MILMAN . ] IF THAT HIGH WORLD . I. Ir that high world D 4 HEBREW MELODIES . 55.
... how many communities have they drawn down the blessings of Divine Providence , by bringing the affections in unison with their deep devotional fervour . MILMAN . ] IF THAT HIGH WORLD . I. Ir that high world D 4 HEBREW MELODIES . 55.
Strana 69
... divine Jehovah's vessels hold The godless Heathen's wine ! II . In that same hour and hall , The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall , And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — A solitary hand Along the letters ran ...
... divine Jehovah's vessels hold The godless Heathen's wine ! II . In that same hour and hall , The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall , And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — A solitary hand Along the letters ran ...
Strana 76
... divine : Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake ; And as my damp hair stiffen'd , thus it spake : II . - " Is man more just than God ? Is man more pure Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure ? Creatures of clay - vain dwellers in ...
... divine : Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake ; And as my damp hair stiffen'd , thus it spake : II . - " Is man more just than God ? Is man more pure Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure ? Creatures of clay - vain dwellers in ...
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Strana 75 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Strana 54 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Strana 53 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Strana 61 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Strana 5 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Strana 75 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Strana 48 - Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state ? Yes — one — the first — the last — the best— The Cincinnatus of the West, Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeathed the name of Washington, To make man blush there was but One !
Strana 225 - The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
Strana 69 - O'er that high festival. A thousand cups of gold, In Judah deem'd divine — Jehovah's vessels hold The godless heathen's wine. In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — A solitary hand Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand.
Strana 40 - And now thou art a nameless thing: So abject — yet alive ! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who...