 | 1818 - 638 էջ
...Harold, he will stand a comparison with the best descriptive poets, in this age of descriptive poetry. The Moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset...Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o'er half the lovely heaven ; but still Yon... | |
 | 1818 - 762 էջ
...transferred it. 27. The Moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a st-a Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's....While on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats thn ugh the azure air— an island of the blest! 28. " A single star is at her side, and reigns With... | |
 | 1818 - 504 էջ
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 | 1818 - 574 էջ
...eloquence of poetry in the following exquisite passage : " The moon is up, and yet it is? not nightSunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams...Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! " A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o'er fialf the lovely heaven ; but still... | |
 | 1818 - 806 էջ
...climates to which he has transferred it. 2T. The Moon is up, and yet it is not night— Sunset divides die sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the...Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! 28. " A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o'er half the lovely heaven ; but still... | |
 | 1818 - 628 էջ
...ravage Immunity. Our readers may take the following splendid description of an autumnal sunset in Italy. "The Moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset...Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the oilier hand, meek Dun'« crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! " A single... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1818 - 500 էջ
...the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seem to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the...Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest '.' '•' A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o'er half the lovely heaven ; but... | |
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The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, —... 
