PoemsN. Biggs, 1803 - 202 стор. |
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... me of predestinated wreaths , Bright with no fading colours ! Yet at times My soul is sad , that I have roam'd through life Still most a Stranger , most with naked heart At mine own home and birth - place : chiefly B 2 3.
... me of predestinated wreaths , Bright with no fading colours ! Yet at times My soul is sad , that I have roam'd through life Still most a Stranger , most with naked heart At mine own home and birth - place : chiefly B 2 3.
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... bright - blue eyes ; As erst when from the Muses ' calm abode I came , with Learning's meed not unbestow'd : When , as she twin'd a laurel round my brow , And met my kiss , and half return'd my vow , O'er all my frame shot rapid my ...
... bright - blue eyes ; As erst when from the Muses ' calm abode I came , with Learning's meed not unbestow'd : When , as she twin'd a laurel round my brow , And met my kiss , and half return'd my vow , O'er all my frame shot rapid my ...
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... bright nectar dips The flamy rose , and plants it on her lips ! Tender , serene , and all devoid of guile , Soft is her soul , as sleeping infant's smile : She speaks ! and hark that passion - warbled song- Still , Fancy still those ...
... bright nectar dips The flamy rose , and plants it on her lips ! Tender , serene , and all devoid of guile , Soft is her soul , as sleeping infant's smile : She speaks ! and hark that passion - warbled song- Still , Fancy still those ...
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... my Hope ! the aking eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve ! Tearful and sad'ning with the sadden'd blaze Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze ; Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend , Till 40.
... my Hope ! the aking eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve ! Tearful and sad'ning with the sadden'd blaze Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze ; Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend , Till 40.
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... Availeth not Persuasion's sweetest tone To lure the fleet - wing'd Travellers back again : Yet fair , tho ' faint , their images shall gleam Like the bright Rainbow on an evening stream . SONNET IV . To the RIVER OTTER . 1 Dear 87.
... Availeth not Persuasion's sweetest tone To lure the fleet - wing'd Travellers back again : Yet fair , tho ' faint , their images shall gleam Like the bright Rainbow on an evening stream . SONNET IV . To the RIVER OTTER . 1 Dear 87.
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amid anguish ANTISTROPHE Bard beneath blast blest bosom breast bright brood CHATTERTON cheek clouds dance dark Darts dear didst divine dream dwell earth EPODE Ev'n evil faery faint Fancy Fancy's fear feelings fix'd flower fond foolscap 8vo French Revolution Friend gale gaze gleam groaning haply hath heart Heaven holy Hope hour hues inly JOSEPH COTTLE kiss Lamb of God light lonely lov'd Love Maid meek mild mind Monody mourning muse night Note to Line nurs'd o'er thy octavo pale Peace pensive Petrarch PIXIES Poem poison'd rise RIVER OTTER ROBERT BLOOMFIELD ROBERT SOUTHEY round S. T. COLERIDGE SARA sigh sleep smile soft song SONNET soothes sorrows soul Spirit stream sublime Superstition sweet swell tear thee thine thou thought thro Throne toil trembling vale vision voice warbled ween weep wild wing wreath
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Сторінка 135 - Now winding bright and full, with naked banks; And seats, and lawns, the Abbey, and the wood, And cots, and hamlets, and faint city-spire...
Сторінка 131 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of All...
Сторінка 130 - And many idle flitting phantasies, Traverse my indolent and passive brain, As wild and various as the random gales That swell and...
Сторінка 101 - SCHILLER ! that hour I would have wished to die, If through the shuddering midnight I had sent From the dark dungeon of the tower time-rent That fearful voice, a famished Father's cry — Lest in some after moment aught more mean Might stamp me mortal ! A triumphant shout Black Horror...
Сторінка 130 - O! the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, A light in sound, a sound-like power in light Rhythm in all thought, and joyance every where Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so filled; Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air Is Music slumbering on her instrument.
Сторінка 130 - Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover, It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs Tempt to repeat the wrong! And now, its strings Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes Over delicious surges sink and rise, Such a soft floating witchery of sound...
Сторінка 166 - I hear the famished brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away, my soul, away ! I unpartaking of the evil thing, With daily prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil, Have wailed my country with a loud Lament.
Сторінка 27 - MAID of my love, sweet Genevieve! In beauty's light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve, And sweet your voice as seraph's song.
Сторінка xi - own exceeding great reward :' it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
Сторінка 57 - EPITAPH ON AN INFANT. ERE Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care ; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed And bade it blossom there.