Specimens of the Russian Poets: With Preliminary Remarks and Biographical Notices

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Cummings and Hilliard; Hilliard & Metcalf, printers, 1822 - Russian poetry - 240 pages

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Page 87 - Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
Page 87 - The oaks of the mountains fall ; the mountains themselves decay with years ; the ocean shrinks and grows again ; the moon herself is lost in heaven ; but thou art for ever the same rejoicing in the brightness of thy course. When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
Page 7 - Yes ! as a drop of water in the sea, All this magnificence in Thee is lost : — What are ten thousand worlds...
Page 5 - And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high, Even like past moments in eternity. Thou from primeval nothingness didst call First chaos, then existence; — Lord!
Page 86 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave; but thou thyself movest alone. Who can be a companion of thy course?
Page 85 - ... the halls : And the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, By the fall of the walls. The thistle shook, there, its lonely head : The moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, The rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, Silence is in the house of her fathers.
Page 8 - The chain of being is complete in me ; In me is matter's last gradation lost, And the next step is spirit — Deity ! I can command the lightning, and am dust! A monarch, and a slave ; a worm, a god ! Whence came I here, and how ? so marvellously Constructed and conceived f unknown ! this clod.
Page 97 - Why dost thou awake me, O gale, it seems to say, I am covered with the drops of heaven? The time of my fading is near, and the blast that shall scatter my leaves. Tomorrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me?
Page 7 - Yes! in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew.
Page 3 - Whom none can comprehend and none explore ; Who fill'st existence with Thyself alone : Embracing all...

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