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Page 105 - It will live and shine there still. •Jbomewarfc. (LOSING SIGHT OF CADER IDRIS.) ROUND this purpled shoulder, like a pageant, One by one the mountain summits die : — Even as earth's narrow outlines near us Hide the infinite glories from the eye. Homeward once again. Ah ! vanished mountains,Like old friends, your faces many a day O'er the bowery woods shall rise before me And the level corn-lands far away. By the dreamy rippling in the sunlight, By the windy surgings of the shore, Up the thymy...
Page 106 - I wandered up the narrowing valleys, Plying oft the angler's lonely art, Valleys deepening from the glorious ocean Far into the mountain's silent heart, — Splendid glens, instinct with magic beauty, — Glimmering lights among the tender green — Glancing waters, trembling into hollows, Thro...
Page 254 - With clusters of huge angles, feathered o'er With foliage of all grace, — whose marble floors Of airy lakes, that see the starry hosts March nightly by, — whose proud head wreathed round With lightning storms, — whose sudden shouting rush Of hurricane, and tumult of swift winds, — Whose winter torrents, and whose glazed snows, — Yea, and whose gem-like flower most delicate Nursed in a cleft of rock amid the spray Of waterfalls, — all gloriously exalt Thine awful Architect ; — I would...
Page 106 - mid the boulders Cushioned deep in moss and fringed with fern,That I wandered, treasuring the beauties, — Unfamiliar forms to lowland eye, — Filling all the soul with silent praises For the glory of the earth and sky ? Let me rather deem that I have...
Page 196 - ... became short, and, aghast, she stretched forth her hand. " Hugh !" she murmured. He hurried to her with a nervous anxiety. He took her outstretched hand, and clasped it fondly in his own. " Dear Janet !" he said. And for a few moments they remained so. Then, very white, and trembling very much, Janet would have fallen if he had not caught her in his arms and supported her. She did not faint, but she was very weak and greatly agitated. " I was wrong to come so suddenly,
Page 254 - THOU Form sublime, that drawest upward ever To airy points thy far receding slopes, — Cathedral mountain, 'mid the thousand shrines That lift their gorgeous steeples all around, Replete with heavenward praise, where every morn The wild winds ring for worship ; let me add My puny voice to all the mighty chant That down thy sculptured aisles a thousand streams Chant as they march white-vested. Temple vast, Great Dome, instinct with awe and thought profound, Whose silent regions and unmeasured space...
Page 254 - ... infinite Make thee complete in unity, — whose vastness And grandeur, that do unimpaired embrace The exquisite perfection of each part Wrought with minutest skill, — whose noon-day glory Scored with black shades of deep-cut masonry, — Whose vaults with lavish beauty studded, bossed With clusters of huge angles, feathered o'er With foliage of all grace, — whose marble floors Of airy lakes, that see the starry hosts March nightly by, — whose proud head wreathed round With lightning storms,...
Page 106 - I wandered, treasuring the beauties, — Unfamiliar forms to lowland eye, — Filling all the soul with silent praises For the glory of the earth and sky ? Let me rather deem that I have gathered, On the lustrous shore and gleamy hill, Strength to bravely do the daily duty, Strength to calmly bear the chancing ill.
Page 106 - ... sheep-tracks thro' the heather, I must wander, glad of heart, no more. Yet I bear with me a new possession ; For the memory of all beauteous things Over dusty tracks of straitened duties Many a waft of balmy fragrance brings. Was it thriftless waste of golden moments That I watched the seaward-burning West, That I sought the sweet rare mountain-flowers, That I climbed the rugged mountain-crest, — That I wandered up the narrowing valleys, Plying oft the angler's lonely art, Valleys deepening...
Page 106 - Plying oft the angler's lonely art, Valleys deepening from the glorious ocean, Far into the mountain's silent heart. " Splendid glens, instinct with magic beauty, Glimmering lights among the tender green, Glancing waters trembling into hollows, Thro' the latticed branches dimly seen.