The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and Curiosities, and Containing the Choice and Beautiful Productions of Many of the Most Popular Writers of the Past and Present Age ...Leavitt & Allen, 1845 - 600 pages |
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... bliss , And capable as feels my soul Of draining to its depth the whole , I should turn earth to heaven , and be , If bliss made gods , a deity ! Such was the description I gave of my own feelings in one of those wild , passionate songs ...
... bliss , And capable as feels my soul Of draining to its depth the whole , I should turn earth to heaven , and be , If bliss made gods , a deity ! Such was the description I gave of my own feelings in one of those wild , passionate songs ...
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... bliss , of which whatever we have most beautiful in our conceptions here is but a dim transcript , a clouded remembrance . In the blue depths of ether , he said , lay that " Country of the Soul " -its boundary alone visible in the line ...
... bliss , of which whatever we have most beautiful in our conceptions here is but a dim transcript , a clouded remembrance . In the blue depths of ether , he said , lay that " Country of the Soul " -its boundary alone visible in the line ...
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... bliss and pain -- but its very pain well worth all ordinary bliss . In giving these directions , however , it , for the first time , occurred to me , that , as I had hired this yacht in the neigh- bourhood of Memphis , where it was ...
... bliss and pain -- but its very pain well worth all ordinary bliss . In giving these directions , however , it , for the first time , occurred to me , that , as I had hired this yacht in the neigh- bourhood of Memphis , where it was ...
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... bliss , The nightingale , To the dim charnel - house ; -through all its steams Of damp and death , led nly by those gleams Which foul Corruption lights , as with design To show the gay and proud she too can shine- Ana , passing on ...
... bliss , The nightingale , To the dim charnel - house ; -through all its steams Of damp and death , led nly by those gleams Which foul Corruption lights , as with design To show the gay and proud she too can shine- Ana , passing on ...
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... bliss " The world calls virtue - we must conquer this ; Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ! ' tis not for thee " To scan the mazes of Heav'n's mystery : " The steel must pass through fire , ere it can yied " Fit instruments for mighty ...
... bliss " The world calls virtue - we must conquer this ; Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ! ' tis not for thee " To scan the mazes of Heav'n's mystery : " The steel must pass through fire , ere it can yied " Fit instruments for mighty ...
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Page 312 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 347 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Page 312 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 314 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 313 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 313 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
Page 314 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, , To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain...
Page 346 - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Page 313 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 314 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.