Ancient Poetry and Romances of SpainJohn Bowring Taylor and Hessey, 1824 - 328 sider |
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Side 230 - ... his journey bright, Led by an unseen hand through the vast maze of night! See how the pale Moon rolls Her silver wheel; and, scattering beams afar On Earth's benighted souls, See Wisdom's holy star; Or, in his fiery course, the sanguine orb of War; Or that benignant ray Which Love hath called...
Side 229 - ... again, Were only lent or given To be in this mean round of shades and follies driven. Turn your unclouded eye Up to yon bright, to yon eternal spheres; And spurn the vanity Of time's delusive years, And all its flattering hopes, and all its frowning fears.
Side 228 - WHEN yonder glorious sky, Lighted with million lamps, I contemplate, And turn my dazzled eye To this vain mortal state, All dim and visionary, mean and desolate,— A mingled joy and grief Fills all my soul with dark solicitude; I find a short relief In tears, whose .torrents rude Roll down my cheeks, or thoughts which...
Side 316 - Culling the lemons pale : Thither — yes ! thither will I go, To the rosy vale, where the nightingale Sings his song of woe.
Side 174 - How dreary and lone The world would appear, If women were none ! 'Twould be like a fair, With neither fun nor business there.
Side 5 - SLEEP Sleep is no servant of the will; It has caprices of its own; When most pursued, 'tis swiftly gone; When courted least, it lingers still. With its vagaries long perplext, I turned and turned my restless sconce, Till, one fine night, I thought at once I'd master it.
Side 230 - Its glorious streams of light on this low world of ours ! " But who to these can turn, And weigh them 'gainst a weeping world like this, — Nor feel his spirit burn To grasp so sweet a bliss, And mourn that exile hard which here his portion is? " For there, and there alone, Are peace, and joy, and never-dying love, — There, on a splendid throne, Midst all those fires above, In glories and delights which never wane nor ^ove.
Side 211 - nointed kings no wrong can do, No right, such worms as I and you — That's true — that's true! To say a dull and sleepy warden Can guard a many-portal'd garden; That woes which darken many a day One moment's smile can charm away; To say you think that Celia's eye Speaks aught but trick and treachery, That's a lie— that's a lie! That wisdom's bought and virtue sold; And that you can provide with gold For court a garter or a star, And valor fit for peace or war; And purchase knowledge at the UNiversity...
Side 233 - J star of brightest ray, Which this world of darkness guides, Light thy pilgrim on his way, For his soul in thee confides ! Thou art like the fragrant bough Of the beauteous cassia-tree — Like the Orient myrrh art thou, Whose sweet breath is worthy thee. Lady ! when the sufferer mourns...
Side 178 - SECOND. I saw the sun shed tears of blood. THIRD. I saw a God become a man. FOURTH. I saw a man become a God.