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... fire Above scourged vainly ; and assail'd below By ocean's vainly storm - conflicting ire ; Th ' Eternal Mountain ! that , while tides shall flow , Will commune with the stars , and bid his pines aspire . 16 THE EXILE . TO EDWARD LYTTON ...
... fire Above scourged vainly ; and assail'd below By ocean's vainly storm - conflicting ire ; Th ' Eternal Mountain ! that , while tides shall flow , Will commune with the stars , and bid his pines aspire . 16 THE EXILE . TO EDWARD LYTTON ...
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... fire ; While giant clouds , that o'er his hills aspire , Curtain the setting sun , whose broad brow glows As if he wish'd , gazing in transport deep , To look sweet evening into blushing sleep ; And , ere he slumber'd , kiss her in ...
... fire ; While giant clouds , that o'er his hills aspire , Curtain the setting sun , whose broad brow glows As if he wish'd , gazing in transport deep , To look sweet evening into blushing sleep ; And , ere he slumber'd , kiss her in ...
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... fire The growing darkness of the wrathful west ; And , on sublime Potomac's troubled breast , ' Convolved in seeming agony and ire , The red reflection , like a dragon , burn'd . And though the coming thunder was not heard , Yet , on ...
... fire The growing darkness of the wrathful west ; And , on sublime Potomac's troubled breast , ' Convolved in seeming agony and ire , The red reflection , like a dragon , burn'd . And though the coming thunder was not heard , Yet , on ...
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... fire - scarf'd , and helm'd with fire , Forth rides the sun , in burning beauty strong , Hurling his bright shafts , as he darts along ! Oh , not more splendidly emerged the morn When light , and life , and blissful love were born , And ...
... fire - scarf'd , and helm'd with fire , Forth rides the sun , in burning beauty strong , Hurling his bright shafts , as he darts along ! Oh , not more splendidly emerged the morn When light , and life , and blissful love were born , And ...
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... fire , On ocean in his conflict with the blast , And quiver into darkness , and retire , And let wild day to calmest night subside ; Let the tired sailor from his toil respire , The drench'd flag hang , unmoving , o'er the tide , And ...
... fire , On ocean in his conflict with the blast , And quiver into darkness , and retire , And let wild day to calmest night subside ; Let the tired sailor from his toil respire , The drench'd flag hang , unmoving , o'er the tide , And ...
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angels art thou beauty Behold bends beneath blast bless'd blind blush bosom breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold Corn-Law corncrake curse dark dead death deeds despair dread dreams e'en earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT England Enoch Wray eternal fall'n fear fire flame flowers flowers of Eden gaze gloom glow grave grief hand Hark hast hate hath hear heard heart heav'n hope hopeless King kiss'd light live lone look look'd Lord lyre Mangora moorland morn mountains mourn mute ne'er night o'er ocean's pain pale poison'd poor pride proud rill Rivelin rocks rose Sabbath Satraps scorn seem'd Senena shalt sigh silent sire slave sleep smile sorrow soul spirit sublime sweet tears thee thine thou art thought throne Timna toil trembling turn'd vale voice wake wave weep wept wild Wincobank windflower wing Workhouse worm wretch Zillah
Pasajes populares
Página 167 - The curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked: but he blesseth the habitation of the just.
Página 83 - I would go under his window and softly call him, he, after the first time excepted, never failed to put out his head at the first call, thus we talked together, and sometimes I was so wet with the rain, that it went in at my neck and out at my heels.
Página 381 - God's will be done ! Long for work did he seek, Work he found none. Tears on his hollow cheek Told what no tongue could speak : Why did his master break? God's will be done ! Doctor said air was best — Food we had none ; Father, with panting breast, Groaned to be gone : Now he is with the blest — Mother says death is best ! We have no place of rest — Yes, we have one ! BATTLE SONG.
Página 244 - The trailing bramble hath not yet a sprout ; Yet harshly to the wind the wanton prates, Not with thy smooth lisp, woodbine of the fields! Thou future treasure of the bee, that waits Gladly on thee, spring's harbinger ! when yields All bounteous earth her odorous flowers, and builds The nightingale, in beauty's fairest land.
Página 165 - ... were made at the time of the event. It was then considered as the extinction of a virulent and implacable enemy ; it is now viewed as the fall of a great warrior, a penetrating statesman, and a mighty prince. It then excited universal joy and congratulation, as a prelude to the close of a merciless war ; it now awakens sober reflections on the instability of empire, the peculiar destiny of the aboriginal race, and the inscrutable decrees of Heaven.
Página 398 - To arms ! away ! They come ! they come ! the knell is rung Of us or them ; Wide o'er their march the pomp is flung Of gold and gem. What collar'd hound of lawless sway, To famine dear — What pensioned slave of Attila, Leads in the rear?
Página 28 - He prattled less in accents void of guile, Of that wild land, beyond the golden wave, Where I, not he, was doomed to be a slave ; Cold o'er his limbs the listless languor grew ; Paleness came o'er his eye of placid blue; Pale mourned the lily where the rose had died. And timid, trembling, came he to my side. He was my all on earth. Oh ! who can speak The anxious mother's too prophetic woe, Who sees death feeding on her dear child's cheek, And strives in vain to think it is not so? Ah ! many a sad...
Página 369 - Oh, for a Saint, like those who sought and found, For conscience' sake, sad homes beyond the main ! — The Fathers of New England, who unbound, In wild Columbia, Europe's double chain ; The men whose dust cries, ' Sparta, live again !' The slander'd Calvinists of Charles's time Fought, and they won it, Freedom's holy fight. Like prophet-bards, although they hated rhyme, All incorruptible as heaven's own light, Spoke each devoted preacher for the right.
Página 199 - Then, no strange paths perplex'd thee — no new streets, Where draymen bawl, while rogues kick up a row ; And fishwives grin, while fopling fopling meets...