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Էջ 150 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Էջ 149 - The castled Crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine ; And hills all rich with blossomed trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scattered cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strewed a scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Էջ 78 - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over, Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time For the long-faded glories they cover!
Էջ 162 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good!
Էջ 149 - ... And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray...
Էջ 61 - Appall'd, he signs the frequent cross, When the wild din invades his ears. The wakeful priest oft drops a tear For human pride, for human woe, When, at his midnight mass, he hears The infernal cry of,
Էջ 190 - The law of nations," replied the other undauntedly, " is suspended in time of war !—and nobody knows that better than the Emperor of Russia, the King of Prussia, and the King of England. But what do our orders say ?—that is the question ! The military have nothing to do but to obey orders.
Էջ 144 - Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career, — His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes ; And fitly may the stranger lingering here Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose ; For he was Freedom's champion, one of those, The few in number, who had not o'erstept The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as wield her weapons ; he had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
Էջ 75 - ... of distance. Some further and loftier pinnacles may indeed be sometimes observed mingling with the tints of the sky ; but, in the body of the picture, the lake is clasped by the mountains in a close embrace, only varying in character from the gentle to the grim. And these mountains, be it observed, are, after all, only mountains in miniature. They have often, indeed, the steepness, the rudeness, the rock the shadow, the over-hanging ridge, or jagged pinnacle of the giants of the Valley of the...
Էջ 135 - Phoebus slowly tend his drowsy wain. But, pensive Autumn, most with thee I love, When the wrung peasant's anxious toil is done, Among thy bound and golden sheaves to rove, And glean the harvest of a setting sun, From the pure mellowing fields of ether won ; And in some sloping meadow, musing, sit, Till Vesper rising slowly, widow'd Nun, Reads whisperingly, her radiant lamp new-lit, The gospel of the stars, great Nature's holy writ ! in.