PoemsN. Biggs, 1803 - 202 стор. |
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... voice of Cona never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a law of ...
... voice of Cona never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a law of ...
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... Voice , Which from my childhood to maturer years Spake to 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 ...
... Voice , Which from my childhood to maturer years Spake to 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 ...
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... Voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a VOICE there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Suff'rer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht ...
... Voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a VOICE there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Suff'rer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht ...
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... voice to float • Lone - whispering Pity in each soothing note ! SPIRITS of LOVE ! ye heard her name ! Obey The powerful spell , and to my haunt repair , Whether on clust'ring pinions ye are there , Where rich snows blossom on the Myrtle ...
... voice to float • Lone - whispering Pity in each soothing note ! SPIRITS of LOVE ! ye heard her name ! Obey The powerful spell , and to my haunt repair , Whether on clust'ring pinions ye are there , Where rich snows blossom on the Myrtle ...
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... , they will not find me . So shall they search in vain for the voice of Cona , after it has failed in the field . - RATHON , see Ossian's Poems , vol . 2 . - BER- Cease , restless gale ! it seems to say , 46 Imitated from Ossian 103.
... , they will not find me . So shall they search in vain for the voice of Cona , after it has failed in the field . - RATHON , see Ossian's Poems , vol . 2 . - BER- Cease , restless gale ! it seems to say , 46 Imitated from Ossian 103.
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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.