PoemsT. Cadell, 1822 - Всего страниц: 319 |
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... To Two Sisters .. 184 On a Tear 186 .... To a Voice that had been lost .. 188 From a Greek Epigram . 190 " To the Torso 191 Το 193 Written in a Sick Chamber . 195 CONTENTS . PAGE Written at Meillerie . Written at Pæstum.
... To Two Sisters .. 184 On a Tear 186 .... To a Voice that had been lost .. 188 From a Greek Epigram . 190 " To the Torso 191 Το 193 Written in a Sick Chamber . 195 CONTENTS . PAGE Written at Meillerie . Written at Pæstum.
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... lost friend still lingers in his shade ! Say why the pensive widow loves to weep , m When on her knee she rocks her babe to sleep : Tremblingly still , she lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face . The hoary ...
... lost friend still lingers in his shade ! Say why the pensive widow loves to weep , m When on her knee she rocks her babe to sleep : Tremblingly still , she lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face . The hoary ...
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... lost scenes that round him rise , And sinks a martyr to repentant sighs . Ask not if courts or camps dissolve the charm : Say why VESPASIAN loved his Sabine farm ; " Why great NAVARRE , when France and freedom bled , P Sought the lone ...
... lost scenes that round him rise , And sinks a martyr to repentant sighs . Ask not if courts or camps dissolve the charm : Say why VESPASIAN loved his Sabine farm ; " Why great NAVARRE , when France and freedom bled , P Sought the lone ...
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... 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 hand the keys of Science dwell , The pensive portress of her holy cell ...
... 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 hand the keys of Science dwell , The pensive portress of her holy cell ...
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... lost , Of fair occasions gone for ever by ; Of hopes too fondly nursed , too rudely crossed , Of many a cause to wish , yet fear to die ; For what , except th ' instinctive fear Lest she survive , detains me here , When " all the life ...
... lost , Of fair occasions gone for ever by ; Of hopes too fondly nursed , too rudely crossed , Of many a cause to wish , yet fear to die ; For what , except th ' instinctive fear Lest she survive , detains me here , When " all the life ...
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age to age Alps antient bids bless blest blush breathe bright Cacique calm CANTO charm Cicero Columbus Cortes courser dark dead delight desert shore dream father fear fled flowers fond gaze gentle glory glows gold green grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Herrera holy hope and fear hour human voice hung inspire light live look lumbus Maximian melan melt mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once pensive Petrarch pleasure Plutarch rapture resigned rise round rude sacred sail says scene secret seraph shade shadows shed shine shore sigh silent sleep slumbers smile song soon sorrow soul sphere spirit spring steals sung sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth turn Twas vale VESPASIAN voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings youth
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Стр. 207 - With hound in leash and hawk in hood, The Boy of Egremond was seen. * Blithe was his song, a song of yore ; But where the rock is rent in two, And the river rushes through...
Стр. 16 - Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate, When exile wore his blooming years away, To sorrow's long soliloquies a prey, When reason, justice, vainly urged his cause, For this he roused her sanguinary laws ; Glad to return, though Hope could grant no more, And chains and torture hailed him to the shore. And hence the charm historic scenes impart; Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.
Стр. 108 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Стр. 87 - Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a sister's arms to die. Oh thou wert lovely ; lovely was thy frame, And pure thy spirit as from heaven it came : And when recalled to join the blest above Thou diedst a victim to exceeding love, Nursing the young1 to health.
Стр. 29 - 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.
Стр. 199 - They stand between the mountains and the sea ; Awful memorials, but of whom we know not ! The seaman, passing, gazes from the deck. The buffalo-driver, in his shaggy cloak, Points to the work of magic and moves on.
Стр. 38 - 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...
Стр. 175 - 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.
Стр. 217 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.
Стр. 229 - Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky, Expand and shut with silent ecstasy ! —Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept. And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day ! * At Woburn Abbey.