The Poetry of LifeLangley, 1845 - 184 strán (strany) |
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Strana 12
... silent , but deeply interested specta- tor , while a crew of hardy and weather- beaten sailors launched forth their little bark amongst the roaring breakers , battling their way through foam and surge , now dipping into the dark hollows ...
... silent , but deeply interested specta- tor , while a crew of hardy and weather- beaten sailors launched forth their little bark amongst the roaring breakers , battling their way through foam and surge , now dipping into the dark hollows ...
Strana 13
... silent and majestic river , where the hurry and murmur of their course is lost , like the rest- less passions that agitate the breast of man in the ocean of eternity : and there is poetry in the burst of the cataract that comes over the ...
... silent and majestic river , where the hurry and murmur of their course is lost , like the rest- less passions that agitate the breast of man in the ocean of eternity : and there is poetry in the burst of the cataract that comes over the ...
Strana 14
... silent night , and glowing day , with an end and purpose in their brief existence inscrutable to the mind of man . The flowers of the garden , though pos- sessing more richness and gorgeous beauty , are less poetical , because we see ...
... silent night , and glowing day , with an end and purpose in their brief existence inscrutable to the mind of man . The flowers of the garden , though pos- sessing more richness and gorgeous beauty , are less poetical , because we see ...
Strana 25
... behold the pale Narcis- sus , standing by the silent brook , its stately form reflected in the glassy mirror , without losing themselves in that most fanciful of all 66 With every thing fair , or sweet , or THE POETRY OF FLOWERS . 25.
... behold the pale Narcis- sus , standing by the silent brook , its stately form reflected in the glassy mirror , without losing themselves in that most fanciful of all 66 With every thing fair , or sweet , or THE POETRY OF FLOWERS . 25.
Strana 29
... silent river ( would it were as unruffled in its real course ; ) and while retaining a dim and mysterious consciousness of our own existence , we lose all remembrance of its rough passages , all perception of its pre- sent bitterness ...
... silent river ( would it were as unruffled in its real course ; ) and while retaining a dim and mysterious consciousness of our own existence , we lose all remembrance of its rough passages , all perception of its pre- sent bitterness ...
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Strana 83 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Strana 158 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Strana 182 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Strana 159 - And twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Strana 166 - 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...
Strana 135 - When the most High divided to the nations their inheritance, when he separated the sons of Adam, he set the bounds of the people according to the number of the children of Israel.
Strana 129 - And it came to pass, when he saw her, that he rent his clothes, and said, Alas, my daughter! thou hast brought me very low, and thou art one of them that trouble me: for I have opened my mouth unto the LORD, and I cannot go back.
Strana 134 - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Strana 85 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Strana 158 - These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.