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Términos y frases comunes
afar ALFRED TENNYSON art thou beautiful behold beneath blood blossom blow brain breast breath bright Celt CHORUS cloud cold cried Crown 8vo dark darken'd dead death Deepen desolate divine doom dost thou doth dream earth evermore eyes face fair fair City feet fire flash Flower France gather'd gaze glassy Ocean gleam God's hand hath heart heaven Homunculus human Kings Lamb of God light lips Loch Coruisk look look'd Lord luminous mighty moan mortal mortal vision mountain mystery mystic NAPOLEON night o'er pain pale peace Poems ROBERT BUCHANAN Seed SEMI-CHORUS Seraph shadow silent sing Sire sleep smile snow Song of Deicides Soul Spirit stars strange sweet thee thine things Thou art thro throne TITAN tremble Twas Veil voice waters waves weary weep Wherefore Whither wild wind wind of war wonder wondrous
Pasajes populares
Página 37 - This also we humbly and earnestly beg, that human things may not prejudice such as are divine ; neither that, from the unlocking of the gates of sense, and the kindling of a greater natural light, anything of incredulity, or intellectual night, may arise in our minds towards divine mysteries.
Página 318 - The author who wins notice the most is not he that perplexes men by truths drawn from fountains of absolute novelty, — truths as yet unsunned, and from that cause obscure, — but he that awakens into illuminated consciousness ancient lineaments of truth long slumbering in the mind, although too faint to have extorted attention. Wordsworth has brought many a truth into life, both for the eye and for the understanding, which previously had slumbered indistinctly for all men. For instance, as respects...
Página 328 - Songs for Sailors. Dedicated by Special Request to HRH the Duke of Edinburgh. With Steel Portrait and Illustrations.
Página 112 - Master, if there be Doom, All men are bereaven! If in the Universe One Spirit receive the curse, Alas for Heaven! If there be Doom for one, Thou, Master, art undone! "Were I a Soul in Heaven, Afar from pain; — Yea, on thy breast of snow, At the scream of one below, I should scream again — Art Thou less piteous than The conception of a Man?
Página 306 - In the sweet dawning of a day more pure : House, mart, and street and square, Yea, and a Fane for prayer, Fair, and yet built by hands, strong, for it shall endure. In the fair City then, Shall walk white-robed men, Wash'd in the river of peace that watereth it ; Woman with man shall meet Freely in mart and street, At the great council-board woman with man shall sit.
Página 58 - Thro' the smooth brine : oh, hark, how loudly sings A wild, weird ditty to a watery tune, The fisher among his nets upon the shore ; And yonder, far away, his shouting bairns Are running, dwarf'd by distance small as mice, Along the yellow sands. Behind us, see The immeasurable Mountains, rising...
Página 33 - Eyes, — that they were kind. Here in the dark I grope, confused, purblind ; I have not seen the glory and the peace ; But on the darken'd mirror of the mind Strange glimmers fall, and shake me till they cease Then, wondering, dazzled, on Thy name I call, And, like a child, reach empty hands and moan, And broken accents from my wild lips fall, And I implore Thee in this human tone ; — If such as I can follow Him at all Into Thy presence, 'tis by love alone.
Página 12 - I THINK this is the very stillest place On all God's earth, and yet no rest is here. The Vapours mirror'd in the black loch's face Drift on like frantic shapes and disappear ; A never-ceasing murmur in mine ear Tells me of Waters wild that flow and flow. There is no rest at all afar or near, Only a sense of things that moan and go. And lo ! the still small life these limbs contain I feel flows...
Página 59 - O my Brother, What strange Magician, mixing up those tints, Pouring the water down, and sending forth The crystal air like breath, snowing the heavens With luminous jewels of the day and night, Look'd down, and saw thee lie a lifeless clod, And lifted thee, and moulded thee to shape, Coloufd thee with the sunlight till thy blood Ran ruby, poured the chemic tints o...
Página 12 - CORUISK. I THINK this is the very stillest place On all God's earth, and yet no rest is here. The Vapours mirror'd in the black loch's face Drift on like frantic shapes and disappear ; A never-ceasing murmur in mine ear Tells me of Waters wild that flow and flow. There is no rest at all afar or near, Only a sense of things that moan and go. And lo...