PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1816 - 246 стор. |
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... dream that charmed her vacant hours ! Oft may the spirits of the dead descend To watch the silent slumbers of a friend ; To hover round his evening - walk unseen , And hold sweet converse on the dusky green ; To hail the spot where ...
... dream that charmed her vacant hours ! Oft may the spirits of the dead descend To watch the silent slumbers of a friend ; To hover round his evening - walk unseen , And hold sweet converse on the dusky green ; To hail the spot where ...
Сторінка 73
... dream my pillow flies , To waking sense what brighter visions rise ! O mark ! again the coursers of the Sun , At GUIDO's call , their round of glory run ! e Again the rosy Hours resume their flight , Obscured and lost in floods of ...
... dream my pillow flies , To waking sense what brighter visions rise ! O mark ! again the coursers of the Sun , At GUIDO's call , their round of glory run ! e Again the rosy Hours resume their flight , Obscured and lost in floods of ...
Сторінка 93
... dream is o'er , The holy harpings charm no more . In vain she checks the God's controul ; His madding spirit fills her frame , And moulds the features of her soul , Breathing a prophetic flame . The cavern frowns ; its hundred mouths ...
... dream is o'er , The holy harpings charm no more . In vain she checks the God's controul ; His madding spirit fills her frame , And moulds the features of her soul , Breathing a prophetic flame . The cavern frowns ; its hundred mouths ...
Сторінка 101
... mind all artifice she flings , All skill , all practice , now unmeaning things ! To you , unchecked , each genuine feeling flows ; For all that life endears - to you she owes . ON ASLEEP . SLEEP on , and dream of Heaven 101.
... mind all artifice she flings , All skill , all practice , now unmeaning things ! To you , unchecked , each genuine feeling flows ; For all that life endears - to you she owes . ON ASLEEP . SLEEP on , and dream of Heaven 101.
Сторінка 102
Samuel Rogers. ON ASLEEP . SLEEP on , and dream of Heaven awhile . Tho ' shut so close thy laughing eyes , Thy rosy lips still seem to smile , And move , and breathe delicious sighs ! — Ah , now soft blushes tinge her cheeks , And mantle ...
Samuel Rogers. ON ASLEEP . SLEEP on , and dream of Heaven awhile . Tho ' shut so close thy laughing eyes , Thy rosy lips still seem to smile , And move , and breathe delicious sighs ! — Ah , now soft blushes tinge her cheeks , And mantle ...
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adieu age to age antient bids bless blest breast breathe bright Cacique calm CANTO cell charm clime Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dead deep delight desert shore dream echo Euripides father fear fled fond frown gaze glows grove hail hand heart heaven Hence Herrera hour human voice hung inspires Jacqueline light live Maximian melt MEMORY mighty Wind mind murmurs Muse night NOTE C. P. NOTE f o'er once pensive pleasure rapture reign repose rise rite round rude sacred sail says scene secret seraph shade shine shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song soon sooth sorrow soul sphere spirit spring steals sung sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vales VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wave weep whence wild wind wing youth
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Сторінка 98 - Oh ! she was good as she was fair. None — none on earth above her ! As pure in thought as angels are, To know her was to love her. When little, and her eyes, her voice, Her every gesture said
Сторінка 8 - 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 32 - 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 116 - 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 150 - That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet...
Сторінка 65 - And cheaply circulates, through distant climes, The fairest relics of the purest times. Here from the mould to conscious being start Those finer forms, the miracles of art ; Here chosen gems, imprest on sulphur, shine, That slept for ages in a second mine ; And here the faithful graver dares to trace A Michael's grandeur, and a Raphael's grace ! Thy gallery, Florence, gilds my humble walls ; And my low roof the Vatican recalls...
Сторінка 148 - 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 16 - Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn,' Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course. And many a stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confin'd!
Сторінка 44 - A ming^d 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...
Сторінка 16 - With looks that asked, yet dared not hope relief, Want with her babes round generous Valour clung, To wring the slow surrender from his tongue, 'Twas thine to animate her closing eye ; .> Alas ! 'twas thine perchance the first to die, > Crushed by her meagre hand when welcomed from j the sky.