Lectures on the Works and Genius of Washington Allston

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Phillips, Sampson, 1852 - 154 Seiten
 

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Seite 71 - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen, And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light...
Seite 70 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain, Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Seite 143 - And Elisha died, and they buried him. And the bands of the Moabites invaded the land at the coming in of the year. And it came to pass, as they were burying a man, that, behold, they spied a band of men ; and they cast the man into the sepulchre of Elisha : and when the man was let down, and touched the bones of Elisha. he revived, and stood up on his feet.
Seite 150 - POUR upon my soul again That sad, unearthly strain, That seems from other worlds to plain ; Thus falling, falling from afar, As if some melancholy star Had mingled with her light her sighs, And dropped them from the skies ! " No, — never came from aught below This melody of woe, That makes my heart to overflow, As from a thousand...
Seite 144 - Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Seite 70 - For me, I lie Languidly in the shade, where the thick turf, Yet virgin from the kisses of the sun, Retains some freshness, and I woo the wind That still delays its coming.
Seite 70 - ... them into life. Even the green trees Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene. — Scarce less the cleft-born wild-flower seems to enjoy Existence than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets. The mossy rocks themselves, And the old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees...
Seite 153 - Where first her ear bewilder'd drank The plighted vow — where last she sank In that too bitter parting hour. But now the sun is westward sinking ; And soon amid the purple haze, That showers from his slanting rays, A thousand Loves there meet her gaze, To change her high heroic thinking. Then hope, with all its crowd of fancies, Before her flits and fills the air ; And, deck'd in Vict'ry's glorious gear, In vision Isidor is there.
Seite 154 - But no — he surely is not dreaming. Another minute makes it clear, A scream, a rush, a burning tear, From Inez' cheek, dispel the fear That bliss like his is only seeming.
Seite 151 - So, at that dreamy hour of day, When the last lingering ray Stops on the highest cloud to play, — So thought the gentle Rosalie, As on her maiden...

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