Echoes of NatureE. C. & J. Biddle, 1845 - 140 pagina's |
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afar amaranth amaranthine angel angel's wing bards barefoot boy beautiful bird bliss blue bough breast breathes bright Brooklets chaplet charms cheer clime crown dawning light deep dewy didst doth earth earthly echoing endear eternal ethereal fair farewell forest Fragrance Friendship gleam glide glorious golden hallowed happy harp hath hear heard Heaven Hope hour hues human Imagination's immortal joyous kindred hearts listening lonely lost in love lute lyre matchless meet melody Memory's mind morn Morning Star morning's mountain Nature Nature's neath Niagara night numbers o'er ocean ocean blue Paradise peaceful pensive Poesy pure riven rove sacred scenes seraph shore silent sing Sion's slumber smile solitude sorrow soul sounds spirit Spring star stream sublime summer sweet sweetly sympathy tell thee thine Thou art Thou hast thought thrush thy song tranquil transient twilight twine vale voice wandering wave whippoorwill wild flowers winds wing wood-thrush
Populaire passages
Pagina iii - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Pagina iii - To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea. Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith...
Pagina iv - Congress, in the year 1847, by EC & J. BIDDLE, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
Pagina 24 - To visit thee, fair child, and the delicate air Forbade to play upon thine ear's soft harp. And yet, how happy thine imprisoned spirit ! For in its heaven-born freedom it may hold Unveiled communion still with Him, of light The Fountain pure, — of melody and joy.