The Pleasures of Memory,: With Other PoemsT. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, in the Strand., 1799 - 188 стор. |
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... charm a care to rest ; In one good deed a fleeting hour employ , Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy ; Bleft were my lines , tho ' limited their sphere , Tho ' fhort their date , as his who trac'd them here . CONTENTS . Page The ...
... charm a care to rest ; In one good deed a fleeting hour employ , Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy ; Bleft were my lines , tho ' limited their sphere , Tho ' fhort their date , as his who trac'd them here . CONTENTS . Page The ...
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... charm ; Thee would the Muse invoke ! -to thee belong The fage's precept , and the poet's fong . What foften'd views thy magic glass reveals , 90 When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals ! As when in ocean finks the orb of day ...
... charm ; Thee would the Muse invoke ! -to thee belong The fage's precept , and the poet's fong . What foften'd views thy magic glass reveals , 90 When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals ! As when in ocean finks the orb of day ...
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... charm historic scenes impart : 235 Hence Tiber awes , and Avon melts the heart . Aërial forms , in Tempe's claffic vale , Glance thro ' the gloom , and whisper in the gale ; In wild Vauclufe with love and LAURA dwell , And watch and ...
... charm historic scenes impart : 235 Hence Tiber awes , and Avon melts the heart . Aërial forms , in Tempe's claffic vale , Glance thro ' the gloom , and whisper in the gale ; In wild Vauclufe with love and LAURA dwell , And watch and ...
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... charm of Innocence at play ; He bends to meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets his age , and acts again the boy . What tho ' the iron school of War erase 265 Each milder virtue , and each softer grace ; What tho ' the fiend's torpedo ...
... charm of Innocence at play ; He bends to meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets his age , and acts again the boy . What tho ' the iron school of War erase 265 Each milder virtue , and each softer grace ; What tho ' the fiend's torpedo ...
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... charm : Say why VESPASIAN lov'd his Sabine farm ; 13 Why great NAVARRE , when France and freedom bled , 4 Sought the lone limits of a forest - shed . When DIOCLETIAN'S felf - corrected mind 15 The imperial fafces of a world refign'd ...
... charm : Say why VESPASIAN lov'd his Sabine farm ; 13 Why great NAVARRE , when France and freedom bled , 4 Sought the lone limits of a forest - shed . When DIOCLETIAN'S felf - corrected mind 15 The imperial fafces of a world refign'd ...
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Æneid beſt bids bleft bluſh breaſt breath'd breathe burſts buſy cell charm chaſe Cicero clime cloſe controul courſe delight diſtant duſky facred fays fecret ferene fhade fhadowy fhall fhould figh filent firſt fleep flings flow fmile foft fome fond foon footh forrows foul fource fprings friendſhip ftill ftreaming fweet fwells glows grove gueſt hail happineſs heart heav'n Hence Hift honeft houſe hung imperial eagle Infpiration landſcape laſt light lov'd Maximian mind moft moſt mufing Muſe native NOTE o'er paffed pauſe penfive pleaſe pleaſure PLEASURES OF MEMORY purſued repoſe rife round rude ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſky ſmall ſmile ſphere ſpirit ſtart ſteals ſtill ſubject ſweet tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trace triumphs Twas uſe vale Verſe VESPASIAN vifions VIRGIL's tomb wake wave weep whiſper whofe Whoſe wild wing wiſh youth
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Сторінка 178 - 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. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Сторінка 178 - A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, With merry peals shall...
Сторінка 54 - 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 163 - 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 21 - PROSPERO'S mysterious spell Drew every subject-spirit to his cell; Each, at thy call, advances or retires, As judgment dictates, or the scene inspires. Each thrills the seat of sense, that sacred source Whence the fine nerves direct their mazy course, And thro...
Сторінка 87 - Ghent, and, after stopping there a few days, to indulge that tender and pleasing melancholy which arises in the mind of every man in the decline of life on visiting the place of his nativity and viewing the scenes and objects familiar to him in his early youth...
Сторінка 159 - ... shore, As all its lessening turrets bluely fade ; He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more, And busy fancy fondly lends her aid. Ah ! now, each dear, domestic scene he knew...
Сторінка 163 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Сторінка 20 - Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Сторінка 97 - HENCE, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence ! Thy chain of adamant can bind That little world, the human mind, And sink its noblest powers to impotence. Wake the lion's loudest roar, Clot his shaggy mane with gore, With flashing fury bid his eye-balls shine ; Meek is his savage, sullen soul, to thine ! Thy touch, thy deadening touch has steeled the breast, Whence, thro...