Poems and Prose Writings, المجلد 1 |
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Abel asked Aston beauty Beckford bird blessed breath bright cern character Charles Brockden Brown cheerful child choly cried curse dared dark dead death deep door dreadful earth Edward Esther eyes face father fear feel fell felt Frank give gone grave grief hand happy hear heard heart heaven hour Isaac Kean leave light live look Mary melan melancholy mind moon mother nature never night o'er once Othello pale passed passions Paul Paul's play playmates rest rill romantic love round Sally Wentworth scarcely seemed sight silent sleep soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit spoke SPRING BROOK stood strong talk tears tell thee thine thing Thornton Thorntonville thou thought touch trees tremulous truth turned uncon uttered voice walked WASHINGTON ALLSTON woman
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الصفحة 222 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
الصفحة 222 - Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
الصفحة 98 - Is this thy prison-house, thy grave, then, Love? And doth death cancel the great bond that holds Commingling spirits ? Are thoughts that know no bounds, But, self-inspired, rise upward, searching out The Eternal Mind, the Father of all thought, — Are they become mere tenants of a tomb ? — Dwellers in darkness, who the illuminate realms Of uncreated light have visited, and lived ? — Lived in the dreadful splendor of that throne Which One, with gentle hand the veil of flesh Lifting that hung...
الصفحة 88 - The rill is tuneless to his ear, who feels No harmony within ; the south wind steals As silent, as unseen among the leaves. Who has no inward beauty, none perceives; Though all around is beautiful.
الصفحة 139 - Canst thou grow sad, thou say'st, as earth grows bright ? And sigh, when little birds begin discourse In quick, low voices, ere the streaming light Pours on their nests, from out the day's fresh source ? With creatures innocent thou must perforce A sharer be, if that thine heart be pure. And holy hour like this, save sharp remorse, Of ills and pains of life must be the cure, And breathe in kindred calm, and teach thee to endure.
الصفحة 150 - He said that upon opening Wordsworth a thousand springs seemed to gush up at once in his heart, and the face of nature of a sudden to change into a strange freshness and life.
الصفحة 129 - Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us : Thy wail — What...
الصفحة 398 - Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
الصفحة 94 - s quick, and learn to be Sharer in all that thou dost touch or see ; Break from thy body's grasp, thy spirit's trance ; Give thy Soul air, thy faculties expanse ; Love, joy, e'en sorrow, — yield thyself to all ! They make thy freedom, groveller, not thy thrall.
الصفحة 99 - Celestial voices Hymn it unto our souls : according harps, By angel fingers touched when the mild stars Of morning sang together, sound forth still The song of our great immortality : Thick clustering orbs, and this our fair domain, The tall, dark mountains, and the deep-toned seas, Join in this solemn, universal song.