PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1816 - 246 Seiten |
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... echo knew , And many a smile and many a story drew ! High o'er the hearth his forest - trophies hung , And their fantastic branches wildly flung . How would he dwell on the vast antlers there ! These dashed the wave , those fanned the ...
... echo knew , And many a smile and many a story drew ! High o'er the hearth his forest - trophies hung , And their fantastic branches wildly flung . How would he dwell on the vast antlers there ! These dashed the wave , those fanned the ...
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... echo answered , " Where are they ? " From an Arabic MS . NOTE b . P. 16 , l . 1 . Awake but one , and lo , what myriads rise ! When a traveller , who was surveying the ruins of Rome , expressed a desire to possess some relic of its ...
... echo answered , " Where are they ? " From an Arabic MS . NOTE b . P. 16 , l . 1 . Awake but one , and lo , what myriads rise ! When a traveller , who was surveying the ruins of Rome , expressed a desire to possess some relic of its ...
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... Echo , wake and catch the song , Oh catch it , ere it dies ! The Sibyl speaks , the dream is o'er , The holy harpings charm no more . In vain she checks the God's controul ; His madding spirit fills her frame , And moulds the features ...
... Echo , wake and catch the song , Oh catch it , ere it dies ! The Sibyl speaks , the dream is o'er , The holy harpings charm no more . In vain she checks the God's controul ; His madding spirit fills her frame , And moulds the features ...
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... echo of her heart , Pure as the mountain - snows : Celestial transports round her play , And softly , sweetly die away . She smiles ! and where is now the cloud That blackened o'er thy baleful reign ? Grim darkness furls his leaden ...
... echo of her heart , Pure as the mountain - snows : Celestial transports round her play , And softly , sweetly die away . She smiles ! and where is now the cloud That blackened o'er thy baleful reign ? Grim darkness furls his leaden ...
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... echo to the sound . That casement , underneath the trees , Half open to the western breeze , Looked down , enchanting Garonnelle , Thy wild and mulberry - shaded dell , Round which the Alps of Piedmont rose , The blush.
... echo to the sound . That casement , underneath the trees , Half open to the western breeze , Looked down , enchanting Garonnelle , Thy wild and mulberry - shaded dell , Round which the Alps of Piedmont rose , The blush.
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adieu age to age antient bids bless blest breast breathe bright Cacique calm CANTO cell charm clime Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dead deep delight desert shore dream echo Euripides father fear fled fond frown gaze glows grove hail hand heart heaven Hence Herrera hour human voice hung inspires Jacqueline light live Maximian melt MEMORY mighty Wind mind murmurs Muse night NOTE C. P. NOTE f o'er once pensive pleasure rapture reign repose rise rite round rude sacred sail says scene secret seraph shade shine shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song soon sooth sorrow soul sphere spirit spring steals sung sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vales VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wave weep whence wild wind wing youth
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Seite 98 - Oh ! she was good as she was fair. None — none on earth above her ! As pure in thought as angels are, To know her was to love her. When little, and her eyes, her voice, Her every gesture said
Seite 8 - 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 32 - 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 116 - 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 150 - That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet...
Seite 65 - 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 a Raphael's grace ! Thy gallery, Florence, gilds my humble walls ; And my low roof the Vatican recalls...
Seite 148 - 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 16 - Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn,' Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course. And many a stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confin'd!
Seite 44 - A ming^d 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...
Seite 16 - With looks that asked, yet dared not hope relief, Want with her babes round generous Valour clung, To wring the slow surrender from his tongue, 'Twas thine to animate her closing eye ; .> Alas ! 'twas thine perchance the first to die, > Crushed by her meagre hand when welcomed from j the sky.