The Pleasures of Memory, with Other PoemsThomas Bensley, 1801 - 187 стор. |
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... pleasing melancholy which it excites on being revisited after a long absence . This mixed sensation is an effect of the Memory . From an effect we naturally ascend to the cause ; and the subject pro- posed is then unfolded with an ...
... pleasing melancholy which it excites on being revisited after a long absence . This mixed sensation is an effect of the Memory . From an effect we naturally ascend to the cause ; and the subject pro- posed is then unfolded with an ...
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... pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again . So , when the mild TUPIA dar'd explore Arts yet untaught , and worlds unknown before , And , with the sons of Science , woo'd the gale , That rising swell'd their strange ...
... pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again . So , when the mild TUPIA dar'd explore Arts yet untaught , and worlds unknown before , And , with the sons of Science , woo'd the gale , That rising swell'd their strange ...
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... pleasing objects are confin'd The silent feasts of the reflecting mind . Danger and death a dread delight inspire ; And the bald veteran glows with wonted fire , When , richly bronz'd by many a summer - sun , He counts his scars , and ...
... pleasing objects are confin'd The silent feasts of the reflecting mind . Danger and death a dread delight inspire ; And the bald veteran glows with wonted fire , When , richly bronz'd by many a summer - sun , He counts his scars , and ...
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... pleasing little romance of the twelfth century , entitled , " Lai du Palefroi vair . " See Fa- bliaux оц Contes du XII et du XIII . Siecle . iv . 195 . Ariosto likewise introduces it in a passage full of truth and nature . When Bayardo ...
... pleasing little romance of the twelfth century , entitled , " Lai du Palefroi vair . " See Fa- bliaux оц Contes du XII et du XIII . Siecle . iv . 195 . Ariosto likewise introduces it in a passage full of truth and nature . When Bayardo ...
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... pleasing , however melancholy , sense of the signal merit of Ossory . " I would not exchange my dead son , ” said he , " for any living son in Christendom . " HUME , vi . 340 . The same sentiment is inscribed on Miss Dol- man's urn at ...
... pleasing , however melancholy , sense of the signal merit of Ossory . " I would not exchange my dead son , ” said he , " for any living son in Christendom . " HUME , vi . 340 . The same sentiment is inscribed on Miss Dol- man's urn at ...
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.