PoemsT. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 - 295 Seiten |
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... fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I search the records of each mouldering stone . Guides of my life ! Instructors of my youth ! Who first unveiled the ...
... fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I search the records of each mouldering stone . Guides of my life ! Instructors of my youth ! Who first unveiled the ...
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... - common spotted white with sheep , The church - yard yews round which his fathers sleep ; All rouse Reflection's sadly - pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again . So , when the mild TUPIA dared explore Arts yet. 16.
... - common spotted white with sheep , The church - yard yews round which his fathers sleep ; All rouse Reflection's sadly - pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again . So , when the mild TUPIA dared explore Arts yet. 16.
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... father's features in his infant 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 ...
... father's features in his infant 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 ...
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... father strewed his white hairs in the wind , Called on his child - nor lingered long behind : And FLORIO lived to see the willow wave , With many an evening - whisper , o'er their grave . Yes , FLORIO lived — and , still of each ...
... father strewed his white hairs in the wind , Called on his child - nor lingered long behind : And FLORIO lived to see the willow wave , With many an evening - whisper , o'er their grave . Yes , FLORIO lived — and , still of each ...
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... fathers sleep ; Every man , like Gulliver in Lilliput , is fastened to some spot of earth , by the thousand small threads which habit and association are continually stealing over him . Of these , perhaps , one of the strongest is here ...
... fathers sleep ; Every man , like Gulliver in Lilliput , is fastened to some spot of earth , by the thousand small threads which habit and association are continually stealing over him . Of these , perhaps , one of the strongest is here ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest blush breathe bright called calm CANTO charm Cicero clouds Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dear delight desert shore dream Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gaze gentle glory glows grave grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hope and fear hour human voice hung Icarius inspire light live look mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once Petrarch pleasure rapture reign rise round sacred sail sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals stood sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro Tigranes trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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Seite 197 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ! A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft 'shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal — a welcome guest.
Seite 181 - Could crystallize this sacred treasure ! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from CHLOE'S eye ; Then, trembling, left its coral cell — The spring of Sensibility ! 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.
Seite 44 - Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! SAMUEL ROGERS.
Seite 113 - Though Somnus in Homer be sent to rouse up Agamemnon, I find no such effects in these drowsy approaches of sleep. To keep our eyes open longer were but to act our antipodes. The huntsmen are up in America, and they are already past their first sleep in Persia.
Seite 105 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Seite 101 - Cabrieres which till then he neglected it is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself he tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects and humbles them at the instant makes them cry complain and repent yea even to hate their...
Seite 27 - 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. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose hands the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.
Seite 101 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Seite 77 - Then before All they stand — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light, Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Seite 35 - 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...