The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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... smile ; - On Nature's throbbing anguish pour relief , And teach impassion'd souls the Joy of Grief ? " Yes ; to thy tongue shall seraph words be giv'n , And pow'r on earth to plead the cause of Heav'n ; The proud , the cold untroubled ...
... smile ; - On Nature's throbbing anguish pour relief , And teach impassion'd souls the Joy of Grief ? " Yes ; to thy tongue shall seraph words be giv'n , And pow'r on earth to plead the cause of Heav'n ; The proud , the cold untroubled ...
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... smile bestow , And chase the pangs that worth should never know- There , as the Parent deals his scanty store To friendless babes , and weeps to give no more ; Tell , that his manly race shall yet assuage Their father's wrongs , and ...
... smile bestow , And chase the pangs that worth should never know- There , as the Parent deals his scanty store To friendless babes , and weeps to give no more ; Tell , that his manly race shall yet assuage Their father's wrongs , and ...
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... smile my solitude repay , And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away . " And say , when summon'd from the world and thee , I lay my head beneath the willow tree ; Wilt thou , sweet mourner ! at my stone appear , And soothe my parted ...
... smile my solitude repay , And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away . " And say , when summon'd from the world and thee , I lay my head beneath the willow tree ; Wilt thou , sweet mourner ! at my stone appear , And soothe my parted ...
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... smile ! How glows the joyous parent to descry A guileless bosom , true to sympathy ! Where is the troubled heart , consigned to share Tumultuous toils , or solitary care , Unblest by visionary thoughts that stray To count the joys of ...
... smile ! How glows the joyous parent to descry A guileless bosom , true to sympathy ! Where is the troubled heart , consigned to share Tumultuous toils , or solitary care , Unblest by visionary thoughts that stray To count the joys of ...
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... smile , Some hamlet shade , to yield my sickly form , Health in the breeze , and shelter in the storm ; There should my hand no stinted boon assign To wretched hearts with sorrow such as mine ; - That generous wish can soothe unpitied ...
... smile , Some hamlet shade , to yield my sickly form , Health in the breeze , and shelter in the storm ; There should my hand no stinted boon assign To wretched hearts with sorrow such as mine ; - That generous wish can soothe unpitied ...
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The Pleasures of Hope. Gertrude of Wyoming, and Other Poems Thomas Campbell Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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Abra amidst ANTISTROPHE arms battle beauty beneath bless'd bliss blood bosom breath bright brow charm child Circassia clime dark dear death deep delight dread dream dress'd e'en earth ECLOGUE Eirin fair fairy Fancy fate father Fcap fear fire flowers Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING gilt edges grace green grief grove hail hand hast hath hear heard heart Heav'n Hope hour Indian isle John Gilbert Julius Cæsar land life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre maid Margaret of Anjou morn mountain mourn murmurs Muse native Nature's night numbers Nymph o'er ODIN peace pensive Petrarch Pindar plains pleasure rapture reign rocks round sacred scene shade shore sigh smile song sorrow soul spirit storm sung swain sweet sword tears thee thou thought thunder trembling triumph Truth Twas vale wave weep wild winds woods youth
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Сторінка 138 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Сторінка 77 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Сторінка 210 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Сторінка 140 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Сторінка 76 - Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Сторінка 211 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Сторінка 141 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Сторінка 182 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Сторінка 179 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Сторінка 82 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?