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Abaddon, the Spirit of Destruction [Microform]: And Other Poems
Sumner Lincoln Fairfield
Sin vista previa disponible - 2016
Abaddon, the Spirit of Destruction and Other Poems
Sumner L. Fairfield
Sin vista previa disponible - 2019
Abaddon amid Ave Maria awful banished beauty Belial blest bliss bloom bosom breath bright brow Charles Wolfe charm clouds cold crime crown curse Daemon dark darkened dead death deathless deeds deep despair doom Drave dread dreams dust e'en earth eternal evil faith fame fear fell fiend flowers foes gaze genius gleams gloom glorious glory glow guilt gush hallowed hath heart heaven hecatombs holy hope hour immortal John Howard Payne kings Leigh Hunt life's light lone love's loveliness lyre Macedon memory Michael Bruce midnight mind Moloch mountain neath o'er pale Pleiad poem poet pomp prayer pride proud quailed quivering rapture realm round ruin satrap scorn seraph shadows Shelley shrieks shrine sighs silence Sir John Moore skies smiles solitude soul spirit tears thee thine thou thoughts thrilling throne toil tomb tread triumph truth vale vast voice wandered waste wild youth
Página 148 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Página 147 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn...
Página 120 - Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold what shall befall Him or his children ; evil he may be sure, Which neither his foreknowing can prevent, And he the future evil shall no less In apprehension than in substance feel Grievous to bear...
Página 148 - And slept there since. Upon the sodden ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed; While his bow'd head seem'd list'ning to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet.
Página 148 - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
Página 149 - Friends, brothers, and sisters are laid side by side, Yet none have saluted, and none have replied.
Página 149 - The skin which but yesterday fools could adore For the smoothness it held or the tint which it wore.
Página 97 - Of constant infelicity,' cut off From peace like exiles on some barren rock, Their life's appointed prison ; not more free Than...
Página 67 - For them jn vain the face of nature glows, For them in vain the sun in glory burns, The hollow breast consumes in fiery woes, And meets despair and death where'er it turns. Ave Maria ! in the deep pine wood, On the clear stream and o'er the azure sky Bland midnight smiles, and starry solitude Breathes hope in every breeze that wanders by. Ave Maria ! may our last hour come As bright, as pure, as gentle, heaven ! as this ! Let faith attend us smiling to the tomb, And life and death are both the heirs...
Página 106 - I hear the famished brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away, my soul, away ! I unpartaking of the evil thing, With daily prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil, Have wailed my country with a loud Lament. Now I recentre my immortal mind In the deep Sabbath of meek self-content ; Cleansed from the vaporous passions that bedim God's Image, sister of the Seraphim.