The Dream, and Other Poems

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H. Colburn, 1841 - 334 páginas
 

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Página 63 - But this is that which was spoken by the prophet Joel ; And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh : and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams: And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy...
Página 256 - FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow ; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, " I am content to die, but, oh ! not now ! Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Make the warm air such luxury to breathe ; Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing ; Not while bright flowers around my footsteps wreathe. Spare me, great God, lift up my drooping brow ! I am content to die — but, oh ! not now !
Página 253 - Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him ; but weep sore for him that goeth away, for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.
Página 64 - 1 bel paese e '1 loco ov' io fui giunto Da duo begli occhi, che legato m' hanno: E benedetto il primo dolce affanno Ch...
Página 258 - The spring is come again — the joyful spring! Again the banks with clustering flowers are spread: The wild bird dips upon its wanton wing: — The child of earth is numbered with the dead!
Página 65 - The poplars are fell'd : farewell to the shade, And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade ; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Página 69 - Mais elle était du monde où les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin ; Et rose elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses, L'espace d'un matin.
Página 204 - And thine was many an art to win and bless, The cold and stern to joy and fondness warming; The coaxing smile, the frequent soft caress, The earnest, tearful prayer all wrath disarming! Again my heart a new affection found, But thought that love with thee had reached its bound. At length thou earnest — thou, the last and least, Nicknamed "The Emperor...
Página 204 - THOU, my merry love ; — bold in thy glee. Under the bough, or by the firelight dancing, With thy sweet temper, and thy spirit free, Didst come, as restless as a bird's wing glancing, Full of a wild and irrepressible mirth, Like a young sunbeam to the...
Página 257 - Summer is gone : and autumn's soberer hues Tint the ripe fruits, and gild the waving corn ; The huntsman swift the flying game pursues. Shouts the halloo ! and winds his eager horn.

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