Meditative Hours: And Other PoemsArthur Hall, Virtue, 1856 - 240 страница |
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... THINE OWN GENEROUS DEEDS THAT GIVE IT FAME , - FAME THAT WILL LIVE LONG AFTER THOU ART GONE TO THY REWARD . THE WIDOW'S GRATEFUL HEART WILL BLESS THEE , AND THY TOWNSMEN ALL UNITE TO HONOR ONE WHO THUS DISPENSED ARIGHT THE GIFTS THAT ...
... THINE OWN GENEROUS DEEDS THAT GIVE IT FAME , - FAME THAT WILL LIVE LONG AFTER THOU ART GONE TO THY REWARD . THE WIDOW'S GRATEFUL HEART WILL BLESS THEE , AND THY TOWNSMEN ALL UNITE TO HONOR ONE WHO THUS DISPENSED ARIGHT THE GIFTS THAT ...
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... replete with God - smiling , invite Earth's wearied ones to their unchanging bloom . I love to rove , celestial maid ! with thee , And all the works of God explore ; Deign but the glance of thine immortal eyes , And TO POESY . 15.
... replete with God - smiling , invite Earth's wearied ones to their unchanging bloom . I love to rove , celestial maid ! with thee , And all the works of God explore ; Deign but the glance of thine immortal eyes , And TO POESY . 15.
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... welcomes to our sin - stained shore , With thankful hearts we render thee ; ' Tis thine to lift the veil that hides from view , The glorious scenes of immortality . TO TRUTH . " Hail ! sacred Truth , that 16 MEDITATIVE HOURS .
... welcomes to our sin - stained shore , With thankful hearts we render thee ; ' Tis thine to lift the veil that hides from view , The glorious scenes of immortality . TO TRUTH . " Hail ! sacred Truth , that 16 MEDITATIVE HOURS .
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... of its being to its God . Thus will it pour the burden of its song : - · Eternal God , I bless thee for my life : - : That out of nothing thine all - powerful hand 1 Did raise me into being , and endow Me 28 MEDITATIVE HOURS . Life.
... of its being to its God . Thus will it pour the burden of its song : - · Eternal God , I bless thee for my life : - : That out of nothing thine all - powerful hand 1 Did raise me into being , and endow Me 28 MEDITATIVE HOURS . Life.
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... thy drear residence , The eye rests pleased on that bright eminence Thou once didst occupy ; -views with delight The blest enjoyment of thine old compeers , Who , swerving not from duty , know no fears 60 MEDITATIVE HOURS .
... thy drear residence , The eye rests pleased on that bright eminence Thou once didst occupy ; -views with delight The blest enjoyment of thine old compeers , Who , swerving not from duty , know no fears 60 MEDITATIVE HOURS .
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amaranthine art thou beauteous beauty beauty lie blast blend blessed blest bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright brow calm charms cheer clouds creation's dark dear death deep doth dread dreary e'er earth Eternal evermore feel fill flood flowers gaze gentle glen gloom glorious glory glow golden happy hark hast hath heart heaven heights hills HOLMFIRTH FLOOD holy hope hour HUMAN SEASONS immortal JOHN KEATS KEIGHLEY life's light lonely lyre MIDNIGHT WHISPER mighty mind moorland morn mortal mountain mystery Nature's ne'er neath never o'er onward path peace praise pure raptures repose rest rills rise roll rolling cloud round scenes shades shining skies smile song soothing soul spirit star storm strains streams strife sublime sweep sweet tear thee thine thou thought throne vale verdant voice walk wild wings of hope woodland
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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 !...