ScrapsJ. C. Walker, 1835 - 192 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 26
Página 12
... Look out on time with adamantine brow , Shall crumble into dust ; Oh Poland ! then Some choice spirit , land of noble men , Some Kosciuszko will arise to tell That freedom lives , tho ' struggling Poland fell ! Your sons have fallen ...
... Look out on time with adamantine brow , Shall crumble into dust ; Oh Poland ! then Some choice spirit , land of noble men , Some Kosciuszko will arise to tell That freedom lives , tho ' struggling Poland fell ! Your sons have fallen ...
Página 15
... look'd out from their eye . But little I knew of so fair a face , And a voice to make the pulses tell , With a witching smile , and an angel grace , Till I saw them in thee , thou fair Estelle ! Perhaps I may wander the wide world o'er ...
... look'd out from their eye . But little I knew of so fair a face , And a voice to make the pulses tell , With a witching smile , and an angel grace , Till I saw them in thee , thou fair Estelle ! Perhaps I may wander the wide world o'er ...
Página 17
... friendly shout shall echoing tell , As it's borne along on the billows ' swell , How he loves to look on a scene so dear , And his storm - beat cheek shall channel a tear . 2 * IV . And thy fisher will cast his net for.
... friendly shout shall echoing tell , As it's borne along on the billows ' swell , How he loves to look on a scene so dear , And his storm - beat cheek shall channel a tear . 2 * IV . And thy fisher will cast his net for.
Página 23
... look ! For the innermost shrine of the thoughts treasur'd there , Like the Holy of Holies should be never laid bare . The Priestess may smile in her uninspired hour , But when urged by the question to the Tripod of power , Wild ...
... look ! For the innermost shrine of the thoughts treasur'd there , Like the Holy of Holies should be never laid bare . The Priestess may smile in her uninspired hour , But when urged by the question to the Tripod of power , Wild ...
Página 24
... looks down , Can the soul ope its casket , its sorrows reveal , Where we ask not the world for our anguish to feel . Let that heart keep its secrets ! I know it was rude , For the bard in that temple , fair maid , to intrude ; But he ...
... looks down , Can the soul ope its casket , its sorrows reveal , Where we ask not the world for our anguish to feel . Let that heart keep its secrets ! I know it was rude , For the bard in that temple , fair maid , to intrude ; But he ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
angel beam beautiful Belshazzar BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST blue bosom bright bright eye BROKEN-HEARTED brow burst charm cheek choly cold courser dark dear death doth dream Duncan dying earth Edwin farewell father feel fell finger fire flowers Forget thee gaze gleam glowing grave happy harp hath heart heaven hill hour Indian lady light lips look Louisa lov'd loveliness lyre maid Mary Loftin melan moon mother mournful neath never night numbers o'er pale Peyton Poland Powhatan racter Richmond rills savage scene shed shriek sigh sing skies sleep slumber smile soft song soon sorrow soul spirit spot stars stings of conscience sweet swell tear tear-drops tell There's thine thou thrilling told Tom Moore voice Vortel wander wave ween weeping wigwam wild wildly William Woodward winds WYLIE WOODWARD yonder young
Pasajes populares
Página 47 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth...
Página 131 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Página 105 - Have I not had to wrestle with my lot ? Have I not suffered things to be forgiven ? Have I not had my brain seared, my heart riven, Hopes sapped, name blighted, Life's life lied away, And only not to desperation driven, Because not altogether of such clay As rots into the souls of those whom I survey...
Página 41 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace ; and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
Página 121 - The young village maid, when with flowers she dresses Her dark flowing hair for some festival day, Will think of thy fate till, neglecting her tresses, She mournfully turns from the mirror away.
Página 15 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Página 121 - Each flower of the rock and each gem of the billow Shall sweeten thy bed and illumine thy sleep. Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept ; With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreathed chamber, We, Peris of Ocean, by moonlight have slept.
Página 34 - ... constituting what are called the falls ; the same river, at the lower end of the town, bending at right angles to the south, and winding reluctantly off for many miles in that direction ! its polished surface caught here...
Página 167 - What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Página 119 - IF THAT HIGH WORLD. IP that high world, which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears ; If there the cherish'd heart be fond, The eye the same, except in tears...