The Pleasures of Memory, with Other PoemsThomas Bensley, 1801 - 187 Seiten |
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... shine blest , The home of Happiness , an honest breast . But most we mark the wonders of her reign , When Sleep has lock'd the senses in her chain . When sober Judgment has his throne resign'd , She smiles away the chaos of the mind ...
... shine blest , The home of Happiness , an honest breast . But most we mark the wonders of her reign , When Sleep has lock'd the senses in her chain . When sober Judgment has his throne resign'd , She smiles away the chaos of the mind ...
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... ready flight , at Mercy's smile divine , To distant worlds that undiscover'd shine ; Full on her tablet flings its living rays , And all , combin'd , with blest effulgence blaze . There thy bright train , immortal Friendship , soar ; 63.
... ready flight , at Mercy's smile divine , To distant worlds that undiscover'd shine ; Full on her tablet flings its living rays , And all , combin'd , with blest effulgence blaze . There thy bright train , immortal Friendship , soar ; 63.
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... shine ! Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey , And Place and Time are subject to thy sway ! Thy pleasures most we feel , when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own . Lighter than air , Hope's summer - visions die ...
... shine ! Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey , And Place and Time are subject to thy sway ! Thy pleasures most we feel , when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own . Lighter than air , Hope's summer - visions die ...
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... shine their little lives away ; There let her practise from herself to steal , And look the happiness she does not feel ; The ready smile and bidden blush employ At Faro - routs that dazzle to destroy ; Fan with affected ease the essenc ...
... shine their little lives away ; There let her practise from herself to steal , And look the happiness she does not feel ; The ready smile and bidden blush employ At Faro - routs that dazzle to destroy ; Fan with affected ease the essenc ...
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... shine , That slept for ages in a second mine ; And here the faithful graver dares to trace A MICHAEL'S grandeur , and a RAPHAEL'S grace ! Thy gallery , Florence , gilds my humble walls , And my low roof the Vatican recalls ! Soon as the ...
... shine , That slept for ages in a second mine ; And here the faithful graver dares to trace A MICHAEL'S grandeur , and a RAPHAEL'S grace ! Thy gallery , Florence , gilds my humble walls , And my low roof the Vatican recalls ! Soon as the ...
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adieu Æneid bee-hives bids blest blush breast breath'd breathe bright calm cell charm charm'd Chas'd Cicero clime clouds confest controul coursers delight dreams dusky dwell echoes faded Fancy's feeling fled flings flows fond gale gaz'd gilds glows Gout grove hail hanging wood Hark heart Heath heav'n Hence Hist hues hung inspires iron tongue light lisp live lov'd lustre magic Maximian melts mind mould Muse native NAVARRE night NOTE C. P. NOTE f o'er pensive PLEASURES OF MEMORY PLUT rapture resign'd rise round rude sacred scene seraphic shade shadowy shed shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sooth soul sphere spirit spring steals Stothard sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas twilight vale vengeance rise Venice VESPASIAN Virtue wake wave weep wild wing youth
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Seite 65 - Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! SAMUEL ROGERS.
Seite 28 - Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more, His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each, With that mute eloquence which passes speech.— And see, the master but returns to die! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth, The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth, These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave, Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.
Seite 15 - To soothe and sweeten all the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm, When nature fades and life forgets to charm; Thee would the Muse invoke! — to thee belong The sage's precept and the poet's song. What softened views thy magic glass reveals, When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals!
Seite 157 - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, — That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
Seite 152 - Still, still he views the parting look she gave. Her gentle spirit, lightly hovering o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And, when the beating billows round him roar, Whispers sweet hope to soothe his troubled soul. Carved is her name in many a spicy grove, In many a plantain-forest, waving wide ; Where dusky youths in painted plumage rove, And giant palms o'er-arch the golden tide.
Seite 20 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! * Each stamps its image as the other flies. Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Brightens or fades; yet all, with magic art, Controul the latent fibres of the heart.
Seite 178 - She sports her lovely face at public places ; And with blue, laughing eyes, behind her fan, First acts her part with that great actor, MAN. Too soon a flirt, approach her and she flies...
Seite 64 - When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth...
Seite 163 - Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey, From desert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud, And as the echoing cliffs reply, The huts peep o'er the morning cloud, Perch'd, like an eagle's nest, on high. THE BOY OF EOREMOND. " Say, what remains when Hope is fled*'' She answer'd, " Endless weeping !" For in the herdsman's eye she read Who in his shroud lay sleeping.
Seite 14 - Childhood's loved group revisits every scene, — The tangled wood-walk, and the tufted green. Indulgent MEMORY wakes, and, lo, they live, Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give.