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 , Lisy 9 And hold sweet converse on the dusky green ; 400 To hail the spot ...
... 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 , Lisy 9 And hold sweet converse on the dusky green ; 400 To hail the spot ...
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... 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
... ? Thus from her 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 101.
... ? Thus from her 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 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 ...
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 ...
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age to age antient bids bless blest breast breathe bright Cacique calm CANTO 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 NOTE g o'er once pensive pleasure rapture repose resigned 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 31 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
Сторінка 159 - 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 danced in twilight glade, The canzonet and roundelay Sung in the silent green-wood shade ; These simple joys, that never fail, Shall bind me to my native vale.
Сторінка 133 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Сторінка 63 - Ann Countess Dowager of Pembroke, &c. for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret, Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2d of April, 1616; in memory whereof she hath left an annuity of 41.
Сторінка 8 - Long may the ruin spare its hallowed guest ! As jars the hinge, what sullen echoes call ! Oh, haste, unfold the hospitable hall ! That hall, where once, in antiquated state, The chair of justice held the grave debate...
Сторінка 124 - 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 52 - When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled 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 of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth...
Сторінка 21 - The intrepid Swiss, who guards a foreign shore, Condemned to climb his mountain-cliffs no more, If chance he hears the song so sweetly wild Which on those cliffs his infant hours beguiled, Melts at the long-lost scenes that round him rise, And sinks a martyr to repentant sighs.
Сторінка 24 - 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 52 - Correct my views, and elevate my soul ; Grant me thy peace and purity of mind, Devout yet cheerful, active yet...