American Literary Magazine, Volumes 1-3 |
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admiration American appearance arms beautiful become believe better called carried cause character Christian church close course dark death deep England English entered eyes fact feeling followed force France French give hand head heart honor hope hour human important interest Italy kind land language learned leave light live look means mind morning nature never night noble object once passed perhaps person political present reader received respect rest rise Roman Rome scene seemed senate side soon soul sound speak spirit stand success thing thought thousand tion trees true truth turned voice whole write young
Popular passages
Page 273 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 174 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill.
Page 171 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 59 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 170 - Like dew upon a sleeping flower, there lies A tear some Dream has loosened from his brain." Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise ! She knew not 'twas her own; as with no stain She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.
Page 168 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Page 407 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word : And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Bach flower the dews have lightly wet. And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, « And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows...
Page 305 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care, No children run to lisp their sire's return Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 170 - Oh weep for Adonais ! — The quick Dreams, The passion-winged ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music...
Page 367 - ... I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember...