Abaddon, the Spirit of Destruction: And Other PoemsSleight and Robinson, 1830 - 157 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 14
Stran 17
... bless him , and exeeed , “ Once taught , e'en my capacity of hate . " Therefore , exult ! exult ! and fare ye well ! " He said ; and momently his pinions shook Their first quick curses o'er the quivering void ! The Spirit of Celestial ...
... bless him , and exeeed , “ Once taught , e'en my capacity of hate . " Therefore , exult ! exult ! and fare ye well ! " He said ; and momently his pinions shook Their first quick curses o'er the quivering void ! The Spirit of Celestial ...
Stran 18
... blessed voice Of martyrs and apostles gently called Charity , that hides unreckoned sins . O'er troubled earth thou breathest balmy peace , Hushing disquiet with a whisper heard Like greenwood hymns at eve ; and men , unawed By storm ...
... blessed voice Of martyrs and apostles gently called Charity , that hides unreckoned sins . O'er troubled earth thou breathest balmy peace , Hushing disquiet with a whisper heard Like greenwood hymns at eve ; and men , unawed By storm ...
Stran 19
... blessing on their toil - a sacred charm For loneliness that fell not on the heart , Meek quiet filled with stilly dreams of days Unborn - and lifted up in thankfulness- And faith that linked them to immortal life With Him , the Christ ...
... blessing on their toil - a sacred charm For loneliness that fell not on the heart , Meek quiet filled with stilly dreams of days Unborn - and lifted up in thankfulness- And faith that linked them to immortal life With Him , the Christ ...
Stran 76
... bless a bleeding land . Ill - fated chief ! youth on thy brow , Ambition in thy heart , Fame smiles in gladness on thee now- Oh , haste not to depart ! A voice comes from the wildwood dim , But breathes no midnight prayer , And vague ...
... bless a bleeding land . Ill - fated chief ! youth on thy brow , Ambition in thy heart , Fame smiles in gladness on thee now- Oh , haste not to depart ! A voice comes from the wildwood dim , But breathes no midnight prayer , And vague ...
Stran 88
... blessed our joyful birth , Come o'er us with a bland and budding glow . In youth we feel , in manhood search and know ; One for enjoyment , and the other , Fame ! Oh , happier far to treasure and bestow The diamonds of the heart , than ...
... blessed our joyful birth , Come o'er us with a bland and budding glow . In youth we feel , in manhood search and know ; One for enjoyment , and the other , Fame ! Oh , happier far to treasure and bestow The diamonds of the heart , than ...
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Abaddon, the Spirit of Destruction [Microform]: And Other Poems Sumner Lincoln Fairfield Predogled ni na voljo - 2016 |
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ABADDON amid atheism Ave Maria awful beauty Belial blest bliss bosom bower breast breath bright brow Charles Wolfe clouds cold crime crown curse Dæmon dark darkened dead death deathless deeds deep despair doom Drave dread dreams dust e'en earth eternal evil faith fame fear fell flowers gaze genius gleams gloom glorious glory glow guilt gush hallowed hath heart heaven holy hope hour immortal JOHN HOWARD PAYNE kings Leigh Hunt life's light lone love's lyre Macedon memory Michael Bruce mind Moloch mountain neath o'er pale Pleiad poem poet pomp prayer pride proud quailed quivering rapture realm round ruin satrap scorn seraph shadows Shelley shrieks shrine sigh silence Sir John Moore SKETCHES IN PROSE skies smile solitude sorrow soul spirit sublime tears thee thine thou thoughts thrilling throne toil tomb tread truth vale vast vision voice wandered wild youth
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Stran 148 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Stran 147 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn...
Stran 120 - Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold what shall befall Him or his children ; evil he may be sure, Which neither his foreknowing can prevent, And he the future evil shall no less In apprehension than in substance feel Grievous to bear...
Stran 148 - And slept there since. Upon the sodden ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed; While his bow'd head seem'd list'ning to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet.
Stran 148 - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
Stran 149 - Friends, brothers, and sisters are laid side by side, Yet none have saluted, and none have replied.
Stran 149 - The skin which but yesterday fools could adore For the smoothness it held or the tint which it wore.
Stran 97 - Of constant infelicity,' cut off From peace like exiles on some barren rock, Their life's appointed prison ; not more free Than...
Stran 67 - For them jn vain the face of nature glows, For them in vain the sun in glory burns, The hollow breast consumes in fiery woes, And meets despair and death where'er it turns. Ave Maria ! in the deep pine wood, On the clear stream and o'er the azure sky Bland midnight smiles, and starry solitude Breathes hope in every breeze that wanders by. Ave Maria ! may our last hour come As bright, as pure, as gentle, heaven ! as this ! Let faith attend us smiling to the tomb, And life and death are both the heirs...
Stran 106 - I hear the famished brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away, my soul, away ! I unpartaking of the evil thing, With daily prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil, Have wailed my country with a loud Lament. Now I recentre my immortal mind In the deep Sabbath of meek self-content ; Cleansed from the vaporous passions that bedim God's Image, sister of the Seraphim.