De Rancè: A PoemDodge & Sayre, 1816 - 136 من الصفحات |
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Abbey Abbot altar amidst angel arose awful beam blest blood bosom breast breath bright Brittany brow burst CANTO Causes Célèbres cheek Citeaux cloud courser crimson dark dead death deep delight despair Duchess of Montbazon echoing fair father's feel fire flower Gervaise gloom grave grief hallow'd hand Handel hear heard heart heaven holy Iliad images infant kindling l'abbé de Rancè la Trappe labour lamp Laura lence light living lov'd lyre Marsollier Maupeau melancholy mind misery monastère monastery Monks moral morn mort mountain nature night o'er once peace penitence piety prophet's prostrate qu'il qu'on Rance réflections religieux religion robber rock ruin rustic sacred scenes seem'd shed sing skies sleep solemn song soul spirit spring stamp'd strain strife sublime sweet Tartarus tear thee throne tomb touch Trappe tread trod Twas vale vice Virgil virtue Voltaire wake watch'd ween wing
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الصفحة 118 - Lord ! To feel devotion's soothing power, And catch the manna of Thy word. And dear to me the loud Amen, Which echoes through the blest abode, Which swells, and sinks, and swells again, Dies on the walls, but lives to God.
الصفحة viii - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers ; his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel. But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say — My Father made them all.
الصفحة iv - Th' ethereal energies that touch the heart, Conceptions ardent, labouring thought intense, Creative fancy's wild magnificence, And all the dread sublimities of song, These, Virtue, these to thee alone belong : These are celestial all, nor kindred hold With aught of sordid or debasing mould...
الصفحة 120 - Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts them, like the strong man's bands, And lets my spirit loose again. Then dear to me the Sabbath morn ; The village bells, the shepherd's voice ; These oft have found my heart forlorn, And always bid that heart rejoice. Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre, Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms ; Ours be the prophet's car of fire, That bears us to a Father's arms.
الصفحة 83 - Of all the knots which nature ties, The secret, sacred sympathies, That, as with viewless chains of gold, The heart a happy prisoner hold ; None is more chaste, more bright, more pure, Stronger stern trials to endure ; None is more pure of earthly leaven, More like the love of highest Heaven, Than that which binds, in bonds how blest, A daughter to a father's breast.
الصفحة 118 - DEAR is the hallow'd morn to me, When village bells awake the day, And, by their sacred minstrelsy, Call me from earthly cares away. And dear to me the winged hour, Spent in thy hallow'd courts, O Lord ! To feel devotion's soothing power, And catch the manna of thy word. And dear to me the loud Amen...
الصفحة xxi - Besides this, the Iliad upholds the national mythology, or the only accredited religion; and by a bold fiction, bordering upon truth, displays in an Elysium and Tartarus, the eternal mansions of the good and bad, the strongest incentive to virtue and penalty of vice. Indeed, that both this and the Odyssey had a moral object, and that this object was...
الصفحة 119 - Oft when the world, with iron hands, Has bound me in its six-days' chain, This bursts them, like the strong man's bands, And lets my spirit loose again.
الصفحة iv - ... the faculties of the soul will then grow stupid, their spirit will be lost, and good sense and genius lie in ruins, when the care and study of man is engaged about the mortal, the worthless part of himself, and he has ceased to cultivate virtue, and polish his nobler part, his soul.
الصفحة xviii - ... them in the pages of Scripture. Thence, as from a mine, they dug the ore and cast the coin which was to circulate in all ages and countries. Thence, as from a quarry, they hewed their stones and •wrought them into the enduring pillars of their own reputation. Consecrated by their close affinity to religion, these works seem to catch a portion of its perpetuity ; and the Virgins of Raphael, the Infants of Correggio, and the Ecce- Homos of Carlo Dolce and Guido, levy their contributions of applause...