The Isles of Loch Awe: And Other Poems of My Youth. With Sixteen Illustrations

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W. E. Painter, 1855 - 374 頁

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第 125 頁 - Compared to this, what are the cathedrals or the palaces built by men ? Mere models or playthings ! imitations as diminutive as his works will always be when compared to those of Nature ! Where is now the boast of the architect ? Regularity, the only part in which he fancied himself to exceed his mistress. Nature, is here found in her possession ; and here it has been for ages undescribed.
第 109 頁 - Uprear'd of human hands. Come and compare Columns and idol-dwellings, Goth or Greek, With Nature's realms of worship, earth and air, Nor fix on fond abodes to circumscribe thy prayer.
第 197 頁 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing: Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully. Gently and humanly: Not of the stains of her; All that remains of her Now, is pure womanly.
第 339 頁 - Tfor pansed, till, on some lonely coast alighting, Again their gorgeous cohort took the field. James Montgomery. CORAL ISLANDS. DOWN in the Tropic sea, Where the water is warm' and deep, There are gardens fairer than any bee Ever saw in its honeyed sleep. Flowers of crimson bright, And green and purple and blue, In the waters deep which the golden light Of the sun sinks softly through. And fishes swim with silvery scales, Above where that garden lies. * * * You have seen the bright red stem Of the...
第 278 頁 - Deserted halls, and turrets high," or wander musingly in the old gardens beneath the shade of yews ; at every step and every turn, Haddon presents some new feature, some new charm to interest and delight the lover of the picturesque and the beautiful. " i have seen Old houses, where the men of former time Have lived and died, so wantonly destroyed By their descendants, that a place like this, Preserved with pious care, but not ' restored ' By rude, presumptuous hands, nor modernized To...
第 357 頁 - SINKING, sinking, all the country slowly sank beneath the waves ; And the ocean swept the forests, reptiles, dragons, to their graves ; Afterwards with shells old Ocean all the conquered country paves, Singing, " It is mine for ever ! " — not for ever, not for long, For the subterranean forces laughed at Ocean's boastful song, Lifting up the sunken country, for their backs were broad and strong, Till the sea-shells were uplifted even to the mountain peak. Far below the waves are moaning, but with...
第 175 頁 - he is not dead, I dined with him yesterday.' ' ' People say that he died last evening at the theatre,' returned the waiter. ' I fancied that he might be taken ill , but still I felt a strange anxiety, and hastened immediately over to his house. There lay his corpse stretched out on the bed ; the chamber was filled with strangers ; the floor wet with melted snow ; the air stifling ; no one said a word : the Baroness Stampe sate on the bed and wept bitterly. I stood trembling and deeply agitated....
第 169 頁 - YOUR breast is heaped like mountain snows ; Your cheek is like a blushing rose ; Your eyes are black as ripened sloes — Like diamonds do they glitter. I do not flatter like a fool : The diamond is a cutting tool ; The rose is thorny ; snow is cool ; And sloes are very bitter.
第 340 頁 - ... water is warm and deep, There are gardens fairer than any bee Ever saw in its honeyed sleep. Flowers of crimson bright, And green and purple and blue, In the waters deep which the golden light Of the sun sinks softly through. And fishes swim with silvery scales, Above where that garden lies. * * * You have seen the bright red stem Of the wondrous coral tree; But its living flowers, — you saw not them,They died beneath the sea. You have seen the coral white, The ghastly skeleton; But the living...
第 341 頁 - ... sight That used to grow thereon. * * * When the lovely flowers are dead, And their substance wastes away, Their skeletons lie on the ocean's bed Like wrecks in slow decay. And over their delicate bones, The streams of the lower deep Lay sand and shell and polished stones In many a little heap. » * * And this goes on and on, And the creatures bloom and grow, Till the mass of death they rest upon Comes upward from below. • And reefs of barren rocks, In blue unfathomed seas, Give rest to the...

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