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... blue confusion blend : Lo , there a mighty realm , by Heaven design'd The last retreat for poor , oppress'd mankind ; Form'd with that pomp which marks the hand divine , And clothes yon vault where worlds unnumber'd shine . Here ...
... blue confusion blend : Lo , there a mighty realm , by Heaven design'd The last retreat for poor , oppress'd mankind ; Form'd with that pomp which marks the hand divine , And clothes yon vault where worlds unnumber'd shine . Here ...
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... blue . On the skull of a Titan , that Heaven defied , Sat the fiend , like the grim giant Gog , While aloft to his mouth a hugh pipe he applied , Twice as big as the Eddystone Lighthouse , descried As it looms through an easterly fog ...
... blue . On the skull of a Titan , that Heaven defied , Sat the fiend , like the grim giant Gog , While aloft to his mouth a hugh pipe he applied , Twice as big as the Eddystone Lighthouse , descried As it looms through an easterly fog ...
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... blue sky ! In grateful silence earth receives The general blessing ; fresh and fair , Each flower expands its little leaves , As glad the common joy to share . The soften'd sunbeams pour around A fairy light , uncertain , pale ; The ...
... blue sky ! In grateful silence earth receives The general blessing ; fresh and fair , Each flower expands its little leaves , As glad the common joy to share . The soften'd sunbeams pour around A fairy light , uncertain , pale ; The ...
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... blue , midnight arch , Whence myriad suns pour down their rays , Where planets trace their ceaseless march , Father ! we worship as we gaze . The tombs thine altars are ; for there , When earthly loves and hopes have fled , To thee ...
... blue , midnight arch , Whence myriad suns pour down their rays , Where planets trace their ceaseless march , Father ! we worship as we gaze . The tombs thine altars are ; for there , When earthly loves and hopes have fled , To thee ...
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... blue profound ! How sweet at midnight to recline Where flows their cool and fragrant stream ! There half repeat some glowing line , There court cach wild and fairy dream ; Or idly mark the volumed clouds Their broad deep mass of ...
... blue profound ! How sweet at midnight to recline Where flows their cool and fragrant stream ! There half repeat some glowing line , There court cach wild and fairy dream ; Or idly mark the volumed clouds Their broad deep mass of ...
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Page 172 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom...
Page 476 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 171 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 182 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, That lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, A beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves ; The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, With the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, But the cold November rain Calls not, from out the gloomy earth, The lovely ones again.
Page 362 - THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary.
Page 357 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred ! And every nation that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain!
Page 470 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 172 - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 173 - Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Page 218 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.