PoemsT. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 - 295 Seiten |
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... sound ; And turned the blindfold hero round and round . ' Twas here , at eve , we formed our fairy ring ; And Fancy fluttered on her wildest wing . Giants and genii chained each wondering ear ; " And orphan - sorrows drew the ready tear .
... sound ; And turned the blindfold hero round and round . ' Twas here , at eve , we formed our fairy ring ; And Fancy fluttered on her wildest wing . Giants and genii chained each wondering ear ; " And orphan - sorrows drew the ready tear .
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... wing , Laden with sweets , the choicest of the spring ! How oft inscribed , with Friendship's votive rhyme , The bark now silvered by the touch of Time ; Soared in the swing , half pleased and half afraid , Thro ' sister elms that waved ...
... wing , Laden with sweets , the choicest of the spring ! How oft inscribed , with Friendship's votive rhyme , The bark now silvered by the touch of Time ; Soared in the swing , half pleased and half afraid , Thro ' sister elms that waved ...
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... wing ! Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire , As summer - clouds flash forth electric fire . And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth , Warm as the life , and with the mirror's truth . Hence home - felt pleasure prompts ...
... wing ! Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire , As summer - clouds flash forth electric fire . And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth , Warm as the life , and with the mirror's truth . Hence home - felt pleasure prompts ...
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... wing restrain , And mould the coinage of the fevered brain ? Pass but that grate , which scarce a gleam supplies , There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies ! He , whose arresting hand divinely wrought Each bold conception in the ...
... wing restrain , And mould the coinage of the fevered brain ? Pass but that grate , which scarce a gleam supplies , There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies ! He , whose arresting hand divinely wrought Each bold conception in the ...
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... wing the heath - cock rose , And blew his shrill blast o'er perennial snows ; Ere the rapt youth , recoiling from the roar , Gazed on the tumbling tide of dread Lodore ; And thro ' the rifted cliffs , that scaled the sky , Derwent's ...
... wing the heath - cock rose , And blew his shrill blast o'er perennial snows ; Ere the rapt youth , recoiling from the roar , Gazed on the tumbling tide of dread Lodore ; And thro ' the rifted cliffs , that scaled the sky , Derwent's ...
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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...