PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1816 - 246 стор. |
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... on her sun - burnt face with silent awe , Her tattered mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore , 【 Imps , in the barn with mousing owlet bred 12.
... on her sun - burnt face with silent awe , Her tattered mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore , 【 Imps , in the barn with mousing owlet bred 12.
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... face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at play ; He bends to 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 ...
... face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at play ; He bends to 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 ...
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... face no more , His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each , With that mute eloquence which passes speech.- And see , the master but returns to die ! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven , the drenching dews ...
... face no more , His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each , With that mute eloquence which passes speech.- And see , the master but returns to die ! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven , the drenching dews ...
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... , who bids the world adieu , Oft of that world will snatch a fond review ; Oft at the shrine neglect her beads , to trace Some social scene , some dear , familiar face : 30 And ere with iron tongue , the vesper - bell 32.
... , who bids the world adieu , Oft of that world will snatch a fond review ; Oft at the shrine neglect her beads , to trace Some social scene , some dear , familiar face : 30 And ere with iron tongue , the vesper - bell 32.
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... face ? Can VIRGIL's verse , can RAPHAEL's touch impart Those finer features of the feeling heart , Those tenderer tints that shun the careless eye , 2701 And in the world's contagious climate die ? She left the cave , nor marked the ...
... face ? Can VIRGIL's verse , can RAPHAEL's touch impart Those finer features of the feeling heart , Those tenderer tints that shun the careless eye , 2701 And in the world's contagious climate die ? She left the cave , nor marked the ...
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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...