PoemsT. Cadell, 1822 - Всего страниц: 319 |
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... thro ' each succeeding year , My life , my manners , and my name endear ; And , when the poet sleeps in silent dust , Still hold communion with the wise and just ! - Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource ,
... thro ' each succeeding year , My life , my manners , and my name endear ; And , when the poet sleeps in silent dust , Still hold communion with the wise and just ! - Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource ,
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Samuel Rogers. Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource , When thro ' the world it steals its secret course , Revive but once a generous wish supprest , Chase but a sigh , or charm a care to rest ; In one good deed a fleeting ...
Samuel Rogers. Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource , When thro ' the world it steals its secret course , Revive but once a generous wish supprest , Chase but a sigh , or charm a care to rest ; In one good deed a fleeting ...
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... thro ' the hamlet broke , When round the ruins of their antient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play , And games and carols closed the busy day . Her wheel at rest , the matron thrills no more With treasured tales , and ...
... thro ' the hamlet broke , When round the ruins of their antient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play , And games and carols closed the busy day . Her wheel at rest , the matron thrills no more With treasured tales , and ...
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... thro ' the trees , Whose hollow turret wooes the whistling breeze . That casement , arched with ivy's brownest shade , First to these eyes the light of heaven conveyed . The mouldering gateway strews the grass - grown court , Once the ...
... thro ' the trees , Whose hollow turret wooes the whistling breeze . That casement , arched with ivy's brownest shade , First to these eyes the light of heaven conveyed . The mouldering gateway strews the grass - grown court , Once the ...
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... thro ' their dust , Still , from the frame in mould gigantic cast , Starting to life - all whisper of the Past ! As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , What fond illusions swarm in every grove ! How oft , when purple evening ...
... thro ' their dust , Still , from the frame in mould gigantic cast , Starting to life - all whisper of the Past ! As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , What fond illusions swarm in every grove ! How oft , when purple evening ...
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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.