PoemsT. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 - Всего страниц: 295 |
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... trace the feathered feet of Time ? That massive beam , with curious carvings wrought , Whence the caged linnet soothed my pensive thought ; Those muskets , cased with venerable rust ; Those once - loved forms , still breathing thro ...
... trace the feathered feet of Time ? That massive beam , with curious carvings wrought , Whence the caged linnet soothed my pensive thought ; Those muskets , cased with venerable rust ; Those once - loved forms , still breathing thro ...
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... trace The few fond lines that Time may soon efface . On yon grey stone , that fronts the chancel - door , Worn smooth by busy feet now seen no more , Each eve we shot the marble thro ' the ring , When the heart danced , and life was in ...
... trace The few fond lines that Time may soon efface . On yon grey stone , that fronts the chancel - door , Worn smooth by busy feet now seen no more , Each eve we shot the marble thro ' the ring , When the heart danced , and life was in ...
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... Blest MEMORY , hail ! Oh grant the grateful Muse , Her pencil dipt in Nature's living hues , To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll , And trace its airy precincts in the soul . Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain , Our 14.
... Blest MEMORY , hail ! Oh grant the grateful Muse , Her pencil dipt in Nature's living hues , To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll , And trace its airy precincts in the soul . Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain , Our 14.
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... trace the truth sublime ; When at his feet , in honoured dust disclosed , The immortal Sage of Syracuse reposed . And as he long in sweet delusion hung , Where once a PLATO taught , a PINDAR sung ; Who now but meets him musing , when he ...
... trace the truth sublime ; When at his feet , in honoured dust disclosed , The immortal Sage of Syracuse reposed . And as he long in sweet delusion hung , Where once a PLATO taught , a PINDAR sung ; Who now but meets him musing , when he ...
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... trace The 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 ...
... trace The 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 ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest blush breathe bright calm CANTO charm Cicero clouds Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dear delight desert shore dream Euripides father fear Finden fled flowers fond gaze glory glows Goodall 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 resigned rise round sacred sail SAMUEL ROGERS sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals Stothard sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Turner Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings youth
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Стр. 15 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Стр. 294 - Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 101 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Стр. 18 - And hence the charm historic scenes impart : Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 106 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 50 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...