PoemsT. Cadell, 1822 - 319 Seiten |
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... thine to animate her closing eye ; Alas ! ' twas thine perchance the first to die , Crushed by her meagre hand , when welcomed from the sky . Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn , " Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn ...
... thine to animate her closing eye ; Alas ! ' twas thine perchance the first to die , Crushed by her meagre hand , when welcomed from the sky . Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn , " Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn ...
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... thine , Maria , thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely - lovely was thy frame , And pure thy spirit as from Heaven it came ! And , when recalled to join the blest above , Thou diedst a victim to ...
... thine , Maria , thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely - lovely was thy frame , And pure thy spirit as from Heaven it came ! And , when recalled to join the blest above , Thou diedst a victim to ...
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... thine Ne'er to forget some volume half divine , Shakspeare's or Dryden's - thro ' the chequered shade Borne in thy hand behind thee as we strayed ; And where we sate ( and many a halt we made ) To read there with a fervour all thy own , 98.
... thine Ne'er to forget some volume half divine , Shakspeare's or Dryden's - thro ' the chequered shade Borne in thy hand behind thee as we strayed ; And where we sate ( and many a halt we made ) To read there with a fervour all thy own , 98.
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... thine to meditate an humbler flight , When morning fills the fields with rosy light ; Be thine to blend , nor thine a vulgar aim , Repose with dignity , with Quiet fame . Here no state - chambers in long line unfold , 0 Bright with ...
... thine to meditate an humbler flight , When morning fills the fields with rosy light ; Be thine to blend , nor thine a vulgar aim , Repose with dignity , with Quiet fame . Here no state - chambers in long line unfold , 0 Bright with ...
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... thine erring friend so long forget ( Sweet source of pensive joy and fond regret ) That here its warmest hues the pencil flings , Lo ! here the lost restores , the absent brings ; And still the Few best loved and most revered Rise round ...
... thine erring friend so long forget ( Sweet source of pensive joy and fond regret ) That here its warmest hues the pencil flings , Lo ! here the lost restores , the absent brings ; And still the Few best loved and most revered Rise round ...
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age to age Alps antient bids bless blest blush breathe bright Cacique calm CANTO charm Cicero Columbus Cortes courser dark dead delight desert shore dream father fear fled flowers fond gaze gentle glory glows gold green grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Herrera holy hope and fear hour human voice hung inspire light live look lumbus Maximian melan melt mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once pensive Petrarch pleasure Plutarch rapture resigned rise round rude sacred sail says scene secret seraph shade shadows shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumbers smile song soon sorrow soul sphere spirit spring steals sung sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth turn Twas vale VESPASIAN voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings youth
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Seite 207 - With hound in leash and hawk in hood, The Boy of Egremond was seen. * Blithe was his song, a song of yore ; But where the rock is rent in two, And the river rushes through...
Seite 16 - Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate, When exile wore his blooming years away, To sorrow's long soliloquies a prey, When reason, justice, vainly urged his cause, For this he roused her sanguinary laws ; Glad to return, though Hope could grant no more, And chains and torture hailed him to the shore. And hence the charm historic scenes impart; Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.
Seite 108 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Seite 87 - Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a sister's arms to die. Oh thou wert lovely ; lovely was thy frame, And pure thy spirit as from heaven it came : And when recalled to join the blest above Thou diedst a victim to exceeding love, Nursing the young1 to health.
Seite 29 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose hands the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.
Seite 199 - They stand between the mountains and the sea ; Awful memorials, but of whom we know not ! The seaman, passing, gazes from the deck. The buffalo-driver, in his shaggy cloak, Points to the work of magic and moves on.
Seite 38 - 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 175 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Seite 217 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.
Seite 229 - Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky, Expand and shut with silent ecstasy ! —Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept. And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day ! * At Woburn Abbey.