The Pleasures of Memory, with Other PoemsThomas Bensley, 1801 - Всего страниц: 187 |
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... spring ! How oft inscrib'd , with Friendship's votive rhyme , The bark now silver'd by the touch of Time ; Soar'd in the swing , half pleas'd and half afraid , Thro ' sister elms that wav'd their summer - shade ; Or strew'd with crumbs ...
... spring ! How oft inscrib'd , with Friendship's votive rhyme , The bark now silver'd by the touch of Time ; Soar'd in the swing , half pleas'd and half afraid , Thro ' sister elms that wav'd their summer - shade ; Or strew'd with crumbs ...
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... is the bell that rung at peep of dawn , Quickening my truant - feet across the lawn : Unheard the shout that rent the noontide air , When the slow dia gave a pause to care . Up springs , at every step , to claim a 15.
... is the bell that rung at peep of dawn , Quickening my truant - feet across the lawn : Unheard the shout that rent the noontide air , When the slow dia gave a pause to care . Up springs , at every step , to claim a 15.
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Samuel Rogers. Up springs , at every step , to claim a tear , Some little friendship form'd , and cherish'd here ! And not the lightest leaf , but trembling teems With golden visions , and romantic dreams ! Down by yon hazel copse , at ...
Samuel Rogers. Up springs , at every step , to claim a tear , Some little friendship form'd , and cherish'd here ! And not the lightest leaf , but trembling teems With golden visions , and romantic dreams ! Down by yon hazel copse , at ...
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... spring ; Alas ! unconscious of the kindred earth , That faintly echoed to the voice of mirth . The glow - worm loves her emerald light to shed , Where now the sexton rests his hoary head . Oft , as he turn'd the greensward with his ...
... spring ; Alas ! unconscious of the kindred earth , That faintly echoed to the voice of mirth . The glow - worm loves her emerald light to shed , Where now the sexton rests his hoary head . Oft , as he turn'd the greensward with his ...
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... spring , And lo , what busy tribes were instant on the 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 ...
... spring , And lo , what busy tribes were instant on the 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 ...
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adieu Æneid bee-hives bids blest blush breast breath'd breathe bright calm cell charm charm'd Chas'd Cicero clime clouds confest controul coursers delight dreams dusky dwell echoes faded Fancy's feeling fled flings flows fond gale gaz'd gilds glows Gout grove hail hanging wood Hark heart Heath heav'n Hence Hist hues hung inspires iron tongue light lisp live lov'd lustre magic Maximian melts mind mould Muse native NAVARRE night NOTE C. P. NOTE f o'er pensive PLEASURES OF MEMORY PLUT rapture resign'd rise round rude sacred scene seraphic shade shadowy shed shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sooth soul sphere spirit spring steals Stothard sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas twilight vale vengeance rise Venice VESPASIAN Virtue wake wave weep wild wing youth
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Стр. 65 - 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.
Стр. 28 - Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more, His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each, With that mute eloquence which passes speech.— And see, the master but returns to die! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth, The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth, These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave, Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.
Стр. 15 - To soothe and sweeten all the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm, When nature fades and life forgets to charm; Thee would the Muse invoke! — to thee belong The sage's precept and the poet's song. What softened views thy magic glass reveals, When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals!
Стр. 157 - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, — That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
Стр. 152 - Still, still he views the parting look she gave. Her gentle spirit, lightly hovering o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And, when the beating billows round him roar, Whispers sweet hope to soothe his troubled soul. Carved is her name in many a spicy grove, In many a plantain-forest, waving wide ; Where dusky youths in painted plumage rove, And giant palms o'er-arch the golden tide.
Стр. 20 - 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. Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Brightens or fades; yet all, with magic art, Controul the latent fibres of the heart.
Стр. 178 - She sports her lovely face at public places ; And with blue, laughing eyes, behind her fan, First acts her part with that great actor, MAN. Too soon a flirt, approach her and she flies...
Стр. 64 - When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth...
Стр. 163 - Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey, From desert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud, And as the echoing cliffs reply, The huts peep o'er the morning cloud, Perch'd, like an eagle's nest, on high. THE BOY OF EOREMOND. " Say, what remains when Hope is fled*'' She answer'd, " Endless weeping !" For in the herdsman's eye she read Who in his shroud lay sleeping.
Стр. 14 - Childhood's loved group revisits every scene, — The tangled wood-walk, and the tufted green. Indulgent MEMORY wakes, and, lo, they live, Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give.