...Harold, he will stand a comparison with the best descriptive poets, in this age of descriptive poetry. The Moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset...Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o'er half the lovely heaven ; but still Yon sunny...

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...by the unseen influence of the more glorious scenes and climates to which he has transferred it. 27. The Moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a st-a Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds,...

...eloquence of poetry in the following exquisite passage : " The moon is up, and yet it is? not nightSunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams...Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! " A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o'er fialf the lovely heaven ; but still Yon...

...evening, partakes of the mellowed richness of the scene. ' The Moon is up, and yet it is not nightSunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams...Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest 1 * A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o'er half the lovely heaven ; but still Yon sunny...

...ravage Immunity. Our readers may take the following splendid description of an autumnal sunset in Italy. "The Moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset...Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the oilier hand, meek Dun'« crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! " A single...

...the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seem to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the...Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest '.' '•' A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o'er half the lovely heaven ; but still...

...never been so finely instanced as in the following luxurious description of an Italian evening. XXVII. The Moon is up, and yet it is not night—- Sunset...Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but uf'all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West! Where the day joins the past eternity...

...fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be detaced. XXVII. The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset...sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Kriuli's mountains ; Heaven is free Free from clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one...