Meditative Hours: And Other Poems

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Arthur Hall, Virtue, 1856 - 240 страница

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Страница 103 - ... Melancholy, come ! meet form To grace a solitary scene like this ; Come to my heart ; no frost now nips — no storm Comes with rude breath to mar our mutual bliss. Pastoral beauty decks the landscape dim ; — Secluded wood — paths under star-lit skies Invite our steps ; and hidden songsters hymn, In sweetest harmony, their forest melodies. Oh ! beauteous goddess, now I feel thy power, I catch the glances of thy melting eye, The soft sensations which my soul come o'er, With holy impulse, tell...
Страница 65 - Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! ^ A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
Страница 21 - The scenes where ancient bards the' inspiring breath, Ecstatic, felt ; and, from this world retired, Conversed with angels, and immortal forms, On gracious errands bent : to save the fall Of virtue struggling on the brink of vice; In waking whispers, and repeated dreams, To hint pure thought, and warn the...
Страница 50 - Man must soar. An obstinate activity within, An insuppressive spring, will toss him up, In spite of fortune's load. Not kings alone, Each villager has his ambition too ; No Sultan prouder than his fetter'd slave : Slaves build their little Babylons of straw, Echo the proud Assyrian in their hearts, And cry, — " Behold the wonders of my might !
Страница 39 - Low walks the sun, and broadens by degrees, Just o'er the verge of day. The shifting clouds Assembled gay, a richly gorgeous train, In all their pomp attend his setting throne. Air, earth, and ocean, smile immense. And now, As if his weary chariot sought the bowers Of Amphitrite and her tending nymphs, (So Grecian fable sung,) he dips his orb, Now...
Страница 34 - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death alone, can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.
Страница 21 - These are the haunts of meditation, these The scenes where ancient bards the inspiring breath Ecstatic felt, and, from this world retired, Conversed with angels and immortal forms, On gracious errands bent — to save the fall Of virtue struggling on the brink of vice; In waking whispers and repeated dreams To hint pure thought, and warn the favoured soul, For future trials fated, to prepare; To prompt the poet, who devoted gives His muse to better themes...
Страница 201 - COME, sister mine ! One parting sight at these dear scenes below, — One glance I fain would take ere hence I go, — Ere they are hidden from my sight. Come, gently bear me to my favourite seat, Whence through the leafy lattice I may greet Morn's rosy streaks of cheerful light, And view the grove Where our fond love Has oft encircled us, and led our thoughts above. Oh, what a dawn ! "Tis such a fitting scene to cheer the gloom Of my lone passage to the darkling tomb, Where I must shortly sink to...
Страница 104 - ... beauteous goddess, now I feel thy power, I catch the glances of thy melting eye, The soft sensations which my soul come o'er, With holy impulse, tell me thou art nigh, Thou fair illuminator of the soul; Thou gushing spring of intellectual fire ; Thy humble wooer owns thy kind control, And pours, for thee, the music of his humble lyre. Thou ! gentle one, hast often hushed to peace The stormy passions that invade the mind Of the lone bard, who, glad of his release From worldly cares — in happy...
Страница 104 - ... that invade the mind Of the lone bard, who, glad of his release From worldly cares — in happy ease reclined, Has sweetly dreamed of childhood's flowery home — Of treasures deep enshrined within the heart ; While dear and long departed ones have come With radiant smiles their soothing influence to impart. Or, led by thee, through fancy's boundless world, Above the starry-fretted vault of heaven, What holy visions hast thou oft unrolled To my tranced gaze — what raptures have they given !...

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