Youth: Or Scenes from the Past; and Other Poems
C. C. Little and J. Brown, 1841 - American poetry - 144 pages
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action beauty bound breast breathe bright brow BYRON charms clear Conscience darkness deemed deep divine doubt dream dwell e'en early earth fair fame fancy fear feelings felt fire flame flow flowers forms friends genius give glory glow grief happy hath heart heaven hence hill hopes hour human joined kind knowledge known less light living man's meet mind mortal native nature ne'er never o'er once pain passion past plain pleasure pride proud pure rich rise roll scenes scorn seemed seen sense shade SHAKSPEARE sight smile soar soon soul sounds spirit sport spring strain stream strife swelling taught tears thee thou thought till toil trace true truth turn unknown vain virtue voice wandering warm waves wide wild winds young youth
Page 75 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed; in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 52 - While many of his tribe slumber'd around ; And they were canopied by the blue sky. So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
Page 59 - And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Page 32 - If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work...
Page 88 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Page 18 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 96 - He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
Page 89 - More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues, In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when Morn Purples the East.
Page 94 - From Heaven my strains begin: from Heaven descends The flame of genius to the human breast, And love and beauty, and poetic joy And inspiration. Ere the radiant sun Sprang from the east, or 'mid the vault of night The moon suspended her serener lamp; Ere mountains, woods, or streams...
Page 115 - I've been wand'ring away — To see thus around me my youth's early friends, As smiling and kind as in that happy day ? Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine, The snow-fall of time may be stealing — what then ? Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine...