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Page 97 - Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Page 84 - Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between Heights which appear as lovers who have parted In hate, whose mining depths so intervene, That they can meet no more, though broken-hearted ; Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed : Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
Page 60 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead who die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Page 84 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Page 106 - Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy. The clouds were touched, And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he...
Page 95 - Moreover ye see and hear, that not alone at Ephesus, but almost throughout all Asia, this Paul hath persuaded and turned away much people, saying that they be no gods, which...
Page 32 - With inward stillness, and a bowed mind ; When lo ! its folds far waving on the wind, I saw the train of the departing Year ! Starting from my silent sadness Then with no unholy madness Ere yet the entered cloud foreclosed my sight, I raised the impetuous song, and solemnized his flight.
Page 59 - O'er the corse of the deaf, unconscious dead. Then they bore his remains to the vessel's side, And committed them safe to the dark blue tide : One sullen plunge. — and the scene is o'er — The sea rolled on as it rolled before. In that classical sea, whose azure vies With the green of its shore, and the blue of its skies, In some pearly cave, in some coral cell, Oh! the dead shall sleep as sweetly, as well, As if shrined in the pomp of Parian tombs, Where the cast and me south breathe their rich...
Page 59 - With the green of its shore, and the blue of its skies, In some pearly cave, in some coral cell, Oh ! the dead shall sleep as sweetly, as well As if shrined in the pomp of Parian tombs, Where the east and the south breathe their rich perfumes. Nor forgotten shall be the humblest one, Though he sleep in the watery waste...