PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1816 - 246 стор. |
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... Syracuse reposed . And as his youth in sweet delusion hung , Where once a PLATO taught , a PINDAR sung ; Who now but meets him musing , when he roves His ruined Tusculan's romantic groves ? In Rome's great forum , who but hears him roll 19.
... Syracuse reposed . And as his youth in sweet delusion hung , Where once a PLATO taught , a PINDAR sung ; Who now but meets him musing , when he roves His ruined Tusculan's romantic groves ? In Rome's great forum , who but hears him roll 19.
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... meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets his age , and acts again the boy . What tho ' the iron school of War erase Each milder virtue , and each softer grace ; What tho ' the fiend's torpedo - touch arrest Each gentler , finer impulse ...
... meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets his age , and acts again the boy . What tho ' the iron school of War erase Each milder virtue , and each softer grace ; What tho ' the fiend's torpedo - touch arrest Each gentler , finer impulse ...
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... meet ? His faithful dog's already at his feet ! Yes , tho ' the porter spurn him from the door , 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 ...
... meet ? His faithful dog's already at his feet ! Yes , tho ' the porter spurn him from the door , 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 ...
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... meet the evening - star ; Above , below , aërial murmurs swell , From hanging wood , brown heath , and bushy dell ! A thousand nameless rills , that shun the light , Stealing soft music on the ear of night . So oft the finer movements ...
... meet the evening - star ; Above , below , aërial murmurs swell , From hanging wood , brown heath , and bushy dell ! A thousand nameless rills , that shun the light , Stealing soft music on the ear of night . So oft the finer movements ...
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... meet ? Sweet is their office , as their natures sweet ! FLORIO , with fearful joy , pursued the maid , Till thro ' a vista's moonlight - chequered shade , Where the bat circled , and the rooks reposed , ( Their wars suspended , and ...
... meet ? Sweet is their office , as their natures sweet ! FLORIO , with fearful joy , pursued the maid , Till thro ' a vista's moonlight - chequered shade , Where the bat circled , and the rooks reposed , ( Their wars suspended , and ...
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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.