'The return to my native village', and other poems, by a lady1853 |
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Side 17
... elfin maids and men In bright array were seen ! So quick their step , so light , so true , The shining drops of crystal dew Scarce trembled ' neath their tread ; с 17 Their airy dress Arachne wove , And tiniest flow'rs that.
... elfin maids and men In bright array were seen ! So quick their step , so light , so true , The shining drops of crystal dew Scarce trembled ' neath their tread ; с 17 Their airy dress Arachne wove , And tiniest flow'rs that.
Side 19
... bright , Which come and vanish in the light Of Autumn's evening sky . But what in all that met my eyes Most fill'd my bosom with surprise , Was this : each fairy staid To take from forth a golden cruse An ointment of mysterious use ...
... bright , Which come and vanish in the light Of Autumn's evening sky . But what in all that met my eyes Most fill'd my bosom with surprise , Was this : each fairy staid To take from forth a golden cruse An ointment of mysterious use ...
Side 26
... bright , Decks the soft scene with magic light , O'er the smooth lawn her mantle weaves , And glances on the trembling leaves . HOME AT THE HOUR OF EVENING . Who , at HOME AT THE HOUR OF EVENING . Home at the hour of Evening.
... bright , Decks the soft scene with magic light , O'er the smooth lawn her mantle weaves , And glances on the trembling leaves . HOME AT THE HOUR OF EVENING . Who , at HOME AT THE HOUR OF EVENING . Home at the hour of Evening.
Side 30
... bright perfection weaves , And with affection's power combin'd Arrays the idol of the mind . Ah ! who can paint , but those who know The sick'ning bosom's weight of woe , The anguish of that bitter day Which tears th ' illusive veil ...
... bright perfection weaves , And with affection's power combin'd Arrays the idol of the mind . Ah ! who can paint , but those who know The sick'ning bosom's weight of woe , The anguish of that bitter day Which tears th ' illusive veil ...
Side 37
... bright days of joy are o'er , Her balmy evenings come no more . And yet the rural landscape still Delights all varied can unfold , While Autumn casts o'er wood and hill Her russet mantle fring'd with gold ; While skies , tho ' pale ...
... bright days of joy are o'er , Her balmy evenings come no more . And yet the rural landscape still Delights all varied can unfold , While Autumn casts o'er wood and hill Her russet mantle fring'd with gold ; While skies , tho ' pale ...
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The Return to My Native Village, and Other Poems, Chiefly on Sacred Subjects ... Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1853 |
'The Return to My Native Village', and Other Poems, by a Lady Return Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Air by Reinagle art thou behold BLENHEIM bless blest bliss bloom bright bring charms cheerful cherub clouds dark dear death delight didst divine Dost thou dread dream e'en e'er earth earthly evermore eyes FAIRY BALLAD Fancy Fancy's fear feel flow'rs FRIEND gloom glory God's grace grief Hallelujah hallow'd hand happy Hark Hast thou hath hear heaven heavenly holy hope Hymn impart judgment day light ling'ring Lord lov'd magic mercy midnight hour mind MISS CASAMAIJOR morn mourn murmur ne'er neath o'er Old Hundredth pain pass'd path peace pleasure praise prayer PSALM rapture rejoice resound rich sacred Saviour saw thee scene scented seraphic shade shed shine shore silent sing smile soft solemn sorrow soul sounds spirit Spring STANZAS strain summer sweet tears tempest thine thought thunders roll thy heart trembling truth Twas unto voice walk Wareham wilt winds wing youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 58 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 98 - O Lord of hosts, my King and God, How highly blest are they, Who in thy temple always dwell, And there thy praise display. 4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee...
Side 76 - With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Side 15 - It was between the night and day, When the Fairy King has power, That I sunk down in a sinful fray, And, 'twixt life and death, was snatched away To the joyless Elfin bower.
Side 112 - Israel:] for unto you is born this day a SAVIOUR, who is CHRIST THE LORD.
Side 86 - A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our LORD shall fill, The royal seat of GOD most high : GOD dwells in Sion, whose fair...
Side 56 - The light of reason does not, any more than that of revelation, force men to submit to its authority : both admonish them of what they ought to do and avoid, together with the consequences of each ; and, after this, leave them at full liberty to act just as they please, till the appointed time of judgment.
Side 74 - Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water spouts ; all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.