PoemsJ. Murray, 1786 - 178 Seiten |
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... hears the lofty found , And Snowdon's airy cliffs the heavenly ftrains re- found . In pomp of ftate , behold they wait , With arms outstretch'd , and aspects kind , To fnatch on high to yonder sky , na na The child of fancy left behind ...
... hears the lofty found , And Snowdon's airy cliffs the heavenly ftrains re- found . In pomp of ftate , behold they wait , With arms outstretch'd , and aspects kind , To fnatch on high to yonder sky , na na The child of fancy left behind ...
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... dance They leave in duft to reft . Methinks I hear , in accents low , The sportive kind reply ; Poor Moralift ! and what art thou ? A folitary fly ! D 2 Thy Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets , No hive haft ODE ON THE SPRING NG . 45 .
... dance They leave in duft to reft . Methinks I hear , in accents low , The sportive kind reply ; Poor Moralift ! and what art thou ? A folitary fly ! D 2 Thy Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets , No hive haft ODE ON THE SPRING NG . 45 .
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... hear a voice in every wind , And fnatch a fearful joy . Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed , Lefs pleasing when poffeft ; The tear forgot as foon as fhed , The funshine of the breaft : 1 Theirs Theirs buxom Health , of rofy hue , Wild wit ...
... hear a voice in every wind , And fnatch a fearful joy . Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed , Lefs pleasing when poffeft ; The tear forgot as foon as fhed , The funshine of the breaft : 1 Theirs Theirs buxom Health , of rofy hue , Wild wit ...
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... hear thy soft controul . On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car , And drop'd his thirsty lance at thy command . Perching on the fceptred hand Of Jove , thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes ...
... hear thy soft controul . On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car , And drop'd his thirsty lance at thy command . Perching on the fceptred hand Of Jove , thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes ...
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... hear the favage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly fweet Their feather - cinctur'd chiefs , and dufky loves . Her track , where - e'er the Goddess roves , Glory pursue , and gen'rous Shame , Th ' unconquerable Mind , and Freedom's ...
... hear the favage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly fweet Their feather - cinctur'd chiefs , and dufky loves . Her track , where - e'er the Goddess roves , Glory pursue , and gen'rous Shame , Th ' unconquerable Mind , and Freedom's ...
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Seite 156 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 155 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 45 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Seite 57 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Seite 157 - Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A "Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown. Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Seite 153 - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Seite 91 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far ! — but far above the...
Seite 96 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Seite 44 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark, how thro...
Seite 98 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...