A Song of Faith ; Devout Exercises ; And, SonnetsW. Pickering, 1842 - Počet stran: 286 |
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A Song of Faith, Devout Exercises, and Sonnets (Classic Reprint) Aubrey De Vere Náhled není k dispozici. - 2018 |
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Strana 104 - O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God ! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out ! For who hath known the mind of the Lord ? or who hath been his counsellor...
Strana 88 - WE praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting.
Strana 90 - Clothed in white robes, and bearing in their hands Palms, as triumphant, stood before the throne Of glory, and before the Lamb of God, And cried aloud, Salvation to our God, Which sitteth on the throne, and to the Lamb.
Strana 195 - THE SEA-CLIFFS OF KILKEE. A WFULLY beautiful art thou, O sea ! /\ Viewed from the vantage of these giant rocks That vast in air lift their primeval blocks, Skreening the sandy cove of lone Kilkee. Cautious, with out-stretched arm, and bended knee, I scan the dread abyss, 'till the depth mocks My straining eyeballs, and the eternal shocks Of billows rolling from infinity Disturb my brain. Hark ! the shrill sea-bird's screaml Cloud-like they sweep the long wave'ssapphire gleam, Ere the poised Ospray...
Strana 25 - And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation. He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree. He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away. He hath holpen his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy; as he spake to our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed for ever.
Strana 205 - Reverberating through the empyrean ! And yearned to gaze while your white-throated surges Leap and dissolve in air, like shapes Protean That sport in the sunset as the moon emerges Over the sea-cliff? Have I not felt the longing Then most intensely when the storm-steed rushes O'er the wild waves tumultuously thronging: Smiting their wan crests — scattering as he crushes — To stand on some lone rock; and hear from under Its caverned base the Ocean's melancholy thunder?
Strana 215 - How wonderful the contrast ! Dark as night, Here, amid cliffs and woods, with headlong might, The black stream whirls, through ferns and drooping sedge, 'Neath twisted roots moss-brown, and weedy ledge, Gushing. Aloft, from yonder birch-clad height, Leaps into air a cataract, snow-white; Falling to gulfs obscure. The mountain ridge, Like a gray warder, guardian of the scene, Above the cloven gorge gloomily towers. O'er the dim woods a gathering tempest lours ; Save where athwart the moist leaves'...
Strana 193 - THE ROCK OF CASHEL ROYAL and saintly Cashel ! I would gaze Upon the wreck of thy departed powers Not in the dewy light of matin hours, Nor the meridian pomp of summer's blaze, But at the close of dim autumnal days, When the sun's parting glance, through slanting showers, Sheds o'er thy rock-throned battlements and towers Such awful gleams as brighten o'er Decay's Prophetic cheek. At such a time methinks There breathes from thy lone courts and voiceless aisles A melancholy moral ; such as sinks On...
Strana 145 - Let those who will hang rapturously o'er The flowing eloquence of Plato's page; Repeat, with flashing eyes, the sounds that pour From Homer's verse as with a torrent's rage ; Let those who list ask...
Strana 216 - A sun-burst on the Bay! Turn and behold! The restless waves, resplendent in their glory, Sweep glittering past yon purpled promontory, Bright as Apollo's breastplate. Bathed in gold, Yon bastioned islet gleams. Thin mists are rolled, Translucent, through each glen. A mantle hoary Veils those peaked hills shapely as e'er in story Delphic, or Alpine, or Vesuvian old, Minstrels have sung. From rock and headland proud The wild wood spreads its arms around the bay: The manifold mountain cones, now dark,...