Romance and reality, Том 2

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Страница 14 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Страница 241 - There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. There the prisoners are at ease together ; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
Страница 25 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Страница 59 - Poor wretch ! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, In his wan face, and sun-burn'd hair, She had not known her child.
Страница 173 - Alas ! the heart o'eracts its part ; its mirth, Like light, will all too often take its birth Mid darkness and decay. Those smiles that press, Like the gay crowd round, are not happiness — For Peace broods quiet on her dovelike wings — And this false gaiety a radiance flings, Dazzling, but hiding not. And some who dwelt Upon her meteor beauty, sadness felt ; Its very brilliance spoke the fevered breast — Thus glitter not the waters when at rest.
Страница 74 - Ah ! whence yon glare That fires the arch of heaven? that dark red smoke Blotting the silver moon ? The stars are quenched In darkness, and the pure and spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round. Hark to that roar whose swift and...
Страница 25 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye ; But oft, In lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Страница 1 - Tis his who walks about in the open air, One of a Nation who, henceforth, must wear Their fetters in their Souls.
Страница 162 - Yet the charmed spell Which summons man to high discovery Is ever vocal in the outward world, Though they alone may hear it who have hearts Responsive to its tone. The gale of spring, Breathing sweet balm over the western waters, Called forth that gifted old adventurer To seek the perfumes of spice-laden winds Far in the Indian isles.
Страница 30 - Quand on n'a pas ce qu'on aime, II faut aimer ce qu'on a,' " said Edward ; " a doctrine of practical philosophy which I hope Miss Arundel has been practising. I doubt the polite disclaimer of weariness which she has smiled, and is about to say.

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