What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Acadians Adah Adelbert Armais arms avalanches beautiful beneath Beresford Bernese Alps blessed breath bright brow cast castle child Chuno dark daughter death deep dreams dwell earth Eolian eyes face fade fair father fear feel Ferney flower gaze grass green Hafez hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Hebrew Hejaz hope hour human Israel Jonathan Parsons lady lake leaves light Lilla lips look Louisburgh maiden Martigny Mary mind Miriam Mont Blanc moon morning mother mountain nature never night Nova Scotia o'er Osram pale passed Pharaoh rocks rose scene seemed shade silent Simplon Pass sleep smiles snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stood summer summit sweet Switzerland tears tell thee thine thing THOMAS GRAY thou thought traveller trees trembling truth village voice Voltaire WAMPANOAGS wave wild Wolfgang word youth Zilpah
Page 52 - As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth : For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Page 102 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 101 - ... ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, Lord, what music hast thou provided for the Saints in Heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on Earth...
Page 103 - The silver key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild ; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, Is laid asleep in flowers.
Page 104 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 93 - ... much in this point from one another. Now opium, by greatly increasing the activity of the mind, generally increases, of necessity, that particular mode of its activity by which we are able to construct out of the raw material of organic sound an elaborate intellectual pleasure.
Page 105 - Give me some music ; music, moody food Of us that trade in love.
Page 169 - And holds him by the shroud; And as she careens to the crowding breeze, The gaping deep the mariner sees, And the surging heareth loud. Was that a face, looking up at him, With its pallid cheek and its cold eyes dim? Did it beckon him down? did it call his name?
Page 294 - Alas! for them — their day is o'er, Their fires are out from hill and shore, No more for them the wild deer bounds. The plough is on their hunting grounds; The pale man's axe rings in their woods, The pale man's sail skims o'er their floods, Their pleasant springs are dry " ' I turn gladly to the progress of our civil history.