PoemsT. Cadell, 1822 - 319 стор. |
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... where our fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I search the records of each mouldering stone . Guides of my life ! Instructors of my youth ! 14.
... where our fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I search the records of each mouldering stone . Guides of my life ! Instructors of my youth ! 14.
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... fathers sleep ; All rouse Reflection's sadly - pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again . So , when the mild TUPIA dared explore Arts yet untaught , and worlds unknown before , And , with the sons of Science , wooed ...
... fathers sleep ; All rouse Reflection's sadly - pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again . So , when the mild TUPIA dared explore Arts yet untaught , and worlds unknown before , And , with the sons of Science , wooed ...
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... father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at play ; He bends to meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets his age , and acts again the boy . What tho ' the iron school ...
... father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at play ; He bends to meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets his age , and acts again the boy . What tho ' the iron school ...
Сторінка 48
... father strewed his white hairs in the wind , Called on his child - nor lingered long behind : And FLORIO lived to see the willow wave , With many an evening - whisper , o'er their grave . Yes , FLORIO lived - and , still of each 48.
... father strewed his white hairs in the wind , Called on his child - nor lingered long behind : And FLORIO lived to see the willow wave , With many an evening - whisper , o'er their grave . Yes , FLORIO lived - and , still of each 48.
Сторінка 49
... father cherished , and the maid caressed ! For ever would the fond enthusiast rove , With JULIA'S spirit , thro ' the shadowy grove ; Gaze with delight on every scene she planned , Kiss every flow'ret planted by her hand . Ah ! still he ...
... father cherished , and the maid caressed ! For ever would the fond enthusiast rove , With JULIA'S spirit , thro ' the shadowy grove ; Gaze with delight on every scene she planned , Kiss every flow'ret planted by her hand . Ah ! still he ...
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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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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.