The Pleasures of Memory, and Other PoemsR. & W. A. Bartow, 347 Pearl-street, Franklin-square, and W. A. Bartow, Richmond, (Vir.) J. Gray & Company Printers, 1820 - 142 Seiten |
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... silent dust ! Still hold communion with the wise and just , -- Yet should this verse , my leisure's best resource , When through the world it steals its secret course , Revive but once a generous wish supprest , Chase but a sigh , or ...
... silent dust ! Still hold communion with the wise and just , -- Yet should this verse , my leisure's best resource , When through the world it steals its secret course , Revive but once a generous wish supprest , Chase but a sigh , or ...
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... I linger.here ! -What pensive sweets this silent spot endear ! Mark yon old mansion , frowning through the trees , Whose hollow turret woo's the whistling breeze That casement , arched with ivy's brownest shade , First.
... I linger.here ! -What pensive sweets this silent spot endear ! Mark yon old mansion , frowning through the trees , Whose hollow turret woo's the whistling breeze That casement , arched with ivy's brownest shade , First.
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... trembling teems With golden visions , and romantic dreams ! Down by yon hazel copse , at evening , blazed The gipsy's faggot - there we stood and gazed ; Gazed on her sun - burnt face , with silent 14 THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY .
... trembling teems With golden visions , and romantic dreams ! Down by yon hazel copse , at evening , blazed The gipsy's faggot - there we stood and gazed ; Gazed on her sun - burnt face , with silent 14 THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY .
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Samuel Rogers. Gazed on her sun - burnt face , with silent awe , Her tattered mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore , Imps , in the barn with mousing ...
Samuel Rogers. Gazed on her sun - burnt face , with silent awe , Her tattered mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore , Imps , in the barn with mousing ...
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... silent register ye live , Nor ask the vain memorial art can give . -But when the sons of peace and pleasure sleep , When only sorrow wakes and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my visionary mind , With sighs so sweet , with raptures ...
... silent register ye live , Nor ask the vain memorial art can give . -But when the sons of peace and pleasure sleep , When only sorrow wakes and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my visionary mind , With sighs so sweet , with raptures ...
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adieu Æneid BARTOW bend bids blest bliss blush breast breathe bright bursts calm cell chains charm Cicero clouds confest coursers dare dead delight dreams dwell faithless feeling fled flowers flows fond frowns gale gaze glade glide glows grove guest hail Hark heart heaven Hence hermit Hist hour light live Louis de Bourbon lustre maid Maximian melt mind murmurs muse NAVARRE night NOTE o'er once pensive PLEASURES OF MEMORY PLUT rage rapture repose resigned rise ROBERT MERRY round rove rude sacred SAMUEL ROGERS scene secret seraph shade shadowy sigh silent sleep smile soft sooth sorrow soul sphere spirit spring steals sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thoughts inspire trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL'S tomb virtue voice wake wave weep WESTMINSTER ABBEY wild wind wing youth
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Seite 99 - With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to heaven.
Seite 117 - The pair arrive : the liveried servants wait; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate. The table groans with costly piles of food, And all is more than hospitably good. Then led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down.
Seite 120 - Wild, sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes, He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries, ' ' Detested wretch ! " — but scarce his speech began, When the strange partner seem'd no longer man: His youthful face grew more serenely sweet; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet; Fair rounds of radiant points...
Seite 118 - That cup, the generous landlord own'd before, And paid profusely with the precious bowl The stinted kindness of this churlish soul ! But now the clouds in airy tumult fly ; The sun emerging opes an azure...
Seite 122 - The mean, suspicious wretch, whose bolted door . Ne'er moved in duty to the wandering poor ; With him I left the cup, to teach his mind That Heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind.
Seite 93 - True as the needle, homeward points his heart, Through all the horrors of the stormy main ; This, the last wish with which its warmth could part, To meet the smile of her he loves again.
Seite 115 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Seite 75 - And cheaply circulates, through distant climes, The fairest relics of the purest times. Here from the mould to conscious being start Those finer forms, the miracles of art ; Here chosen gems, imprest on sulphur, shine, That slept for ages in a second mine ; And here the faithful graver dares to trace A Michael's grandeur, and...
Seite 35 - Than when the shades of time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land; And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle...
Seite 117 - As one who spies a serpent in his way, Glistening and basking in the summer ray, Disorder'd stops to shun the danger near, Then walks with faintness on, and looks with fear ; So seem'd the sire, when far upon the road, The shining spoil his wily partner show'd.