Poems, Band 1W. Blanchard, 1796 |
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... folemn fympathies . III . To thee , whofe young and polifh'd brow The wrinkling hand of Sorrow spares ; Whose cheeks , beftrew'd with roses , know No channel for the tide of tears ; To To thee yon Abbey dank , and lone , Where [ 34 ]
... folemn fympathies . III . To thee , whofe young and polifh'd brow The wrinkling hand of Sorrow spares ; Whose cheeks , beftrew'd with roses , know No channel for the tide of tears ; To To thee yon Abbey dank , and lone , Where [ 34 ]
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... strain of penfive GRAY : Whose lofty Genius bears along The conscious dignity of Song ; And , fcorning from the facred store To waste a note on Pride or Power , C 2 Roves Roves thro ' the glimmering twilight gloom , And warbles [ 35 ]
... strain of penfive GRAY : Whose lofty Genius bears along The conscious dignity of Song ; And , fcorning from the facred store To waste a note on Pride or Power , C 2 Roves Roves thro ' the glimmering twilight gloom , And warbles [ 35 ]
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... whose rofy car Flam'd foremost in the van of day : How art thou fall'n , thou King of Light ! How fall'n from thy meridian height ! Who faid'ft the diftant poles fhall hear me , and obey . High , o'er the stars , my fapphire throne ...
... whose rofy car Flam'd foremost in the van of day : How art thou fall'n , thou King of Light ! How fall'n from thy meridian height ! Who faid'ft the diftant poles fhall hear me , and obey . High , o'er the stars , my fapphire throne ...
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... whose rich veins the blood of British Kings Ran in unfullied ftream . Her lineage fure Ի LIN Might give her place and notice with the nobleft it s In EDGAR'S court . ELFRIDA's beauty too 100 do 26:54 ( I speak not from a father's ...
... whose rich veins the blood of British Kings Ran in unfullied ftream . Her lineage fure Ի LIN Might give her place and notice with the nobleft it s In EDGAR'S court . ELFRIDA's beauty too 100 do 26:54 ( I speak not from a father's ...
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... Whose vagrant feet have trac'd your fecret haunt sow 128 soun te ati zabranué Befide fome lonely wall , Or fhatter'd ruin of a mofs - grown tow'r , ed b'dler , I ovabl Where , at pale midnight's ftillest hour , snu indW Thro ' each ...
... Whose vagrant feet have trac'd your fecret haunt sow 128 soun te ati zabranué Befide fome lonely wall , Or fhatter'd ruin of a mofs - grown tow'r , ed b'dler , I ovabl Where , at pale midnight's ftillest hour , snu indW Thro ' each ...
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ACUS antient ARVIRAGUS ATHEL ATHELWOLD AULUS DIDIUS Bards baſe beft beſt bleffing bleft breaſt Britiſh Britons brother CARACT CARACTACUS CARACTACUS's caufe cauſe charm CHORUS Doft thou doth Druid e'er Earl EDGAR EDWIN Elfe ELFRIDA ELIDURUS Ev'n ev'ry EVELIN facred fafe fage falchion fate father fave fear fecret fhade fhall fhould fifter figh firſt flain foft folemn fome fong foon footh foul friendſhip ftill ftream fuch fure fword Gods grace grove hafte hallow'd hear heart heav'n holy honours inftant itſelf juſt King light Lord lyre Mona moſt Mufe muft muſt o'er ORGAR paffions peace pity praiſe Prince purpoſe reft rife Romans ſcene SEMICHORUS ſhade ſhall ſhe ſome ſpeak ſpread ſtep ſtill ſtrain ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thro throne trembling vafe VELLINUS Virgins whofe whoſe WOLD youth
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Seite 60 - Go wiser ye, that flutter life away, Crown with the mantling juice the goblet high; Weave the light dance, with festive freedom gay, And live your moment, since the next ye die. Yet know, vain sceptics, know, th...
Seite 8 - Thrice hail, thou heav'n-taught warbler ! last and best " Of all the train ! Poet, in whom conjoin'd " All that to ear, or heart, or head, could yield " Rapture ; harmonious, manly, clear, sublime.
Seite 63 - E'en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move; And if so fair, from vanity as free, As firm in friendship, and as fond in love, — Tell them...
Seite 75 - How nobly does this venerable wood, Gilt with the glories of the orient sun, Embosom yon fair mansion ! The soft air Salutes me with most cool and temp'rate breath ; And, as I tread, the flow'r-besprinkled lawn Sends up a gale, of fragrance. I should guess, If e'er Content deign'd visit mortal clime, This was her place of dearest residence.
Seite 43 - Breathe from his artless reed one parting lay; A lay like this thy early Virtues claim, And this let voluntary Friendship pay.
Seite 206 - tis thus. CHORUS. We trust thou do'st not. CARACTACUS. Masters of Wisdom ! No : my soul confides In that all-healing and all-forming Power, Who on the radiant day when Time was born, Cast his broad eye upon the wild of ocean, And calm'd it with a glance : then plunging deep His mighty arm, pluck'd from its dark domain...
Seite 58 - And menac'd oft, and oft withheld the blow : To give Reflection time, with lenient art, Each fond...
Seite 225 - That on my soul doth lie some secret grief These looks perforce will tell : It is not fear, Druids, it is not fear that shakes me thus ; The great gods know it is not : Ye can never : For, what...
Seite 125 - Here deign to take his hallow'd stand ; Here wave his amber locks ; unfold His pinions cloth'd with downy gold ; Here smiling stretch his tutelary wand ? And you, ye host of Saints, for ye have known Each dreary path in Life's perplexing maze, Tho...
Seite 109 - ATHELWOLD. I know, ELFRIDA, Could love absolve the crime, my soul were pure As maiden innocence. Yes, I do love thee, And thou art fair — beyond — But that's my bane ; Thy ev'ry charm adds weight to my offence, And heaps fresh wrongs upon the best of masters. \ Yes, ELFRID, EDGAR was the best of masters.