The Pleasures of Memory,: With Other PoemsT. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, in the Strand., 1799 - Всего страниц: 188 |
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... claim thy ftudious hours ; 89 There shall thy ranging mind be fed on flowers ! * apis Matinæ More modoque * Grata carpentis thyma- HOR . K There , while the shaded lamp's mild lustre streams , AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND . 133.
... claim thy ftudious hours ; 89 There shall thy ranging mind be fed on flowers ! * apis Matinæ More modoque * Grata carpentis thyma- HOR . K There , while the shaded lamp's mild lustre streams , AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND . 133.
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... shall know thy friend no more , Some , form'd like thee , fhould once , like thee , explore ; Invoke the lares of his lov'd retreat , And his lone walks imprint with pilgrim - feet ; Then be it faid , ( as , vain of better days , 215 ...
... shall know thy friend no more , Some , form'd like thee , fhould once , like thee , explore ; Invoke the lares of his lov'd retreat , And his lone walks imprint with pilgrim - feet ; Then be it faid , ( as , vain of better days , 215 ...
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... shall ftrew each flinty path with flowers ; And those blue eyes , with mildest lustre fraught , 1 Gild the calm current of domestic hours ! AN ITALIAN SON G. DEAR is my little native vale TO A FRIEND ON HIS MARRIAGE . 169.
... shall ftrew each flinty path with flowers ; And those blue eyes , with mildest lustre fraught , 1 Gild the calm current of domestic hours ! AN ITALIAN SON G. DEAR is my little native vale TO A FRIEND ON HIS MARRIAGE . 169.
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... canzonet and roundelay Sung in the filent green - wood fhade ; Thefe fimple joys , that never fail , Shall bind me to my native vale . TO THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY ** AH ! why AN ITALIAN SONG . 171 An Italian Song.
... canzonet and roundelay Sung in the filent green - wood fhade ; Thefe fimple joys , that never fail , Shall bind me to my native vale . TO THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY ** AH ! why AN ITALIAN SONG . 171 An Italian Song.
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... feel for us , if not for her . For this prefumption , foon or late , Know , thine shall be a kindred fate . + Alluding to fome verfes which fhe had written on an elder fifter . Another fhall in vengeance rife Sing Harriet's cheeks , and.
... feel for us , if not for her . For this prefumption , foon or late , Know , thine shall be a kindred fate . + Alluding to fome verfes which fhe had written on an elder fifter . Another fhall in vengeance rife Sing Harriet's cheeks , and.
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Стр. 178 - 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. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Стр. 178 - A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, With merry peals shall...
Стр. 54 - 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. 163 - 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. 21 - PROSPERO'S mysterious spell Drew every subject-spirit to his cell; Each, at thy call, advances or retires, As judgment dictates, or the scene inspires. Each thrills the seat of sense, that sacred source Whence the fine nerves direct their mazy course, And thro...
Стр. 87 - Ghent, and, after stopping there a few days, to indulge that tender and pleasing melancholy which arises in the mind of every man in the decline of life on visiting the place of his nativity and viewing the scenes and objects familiar to him in his early youth...
Стр. 159 - ... shore, As all its lessening turrets bluely fade ; He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more, And busy fancy fondly lends her aid. Ah ! now, each dear, domestic scene he knew...
Стр. 163 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Стр. 20 - Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Стр. 97 - HENCE, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence ! Thy chain of adamant can bind That little world, the human mind, And sink its noblest powers to impotence. Wake the lion's loudest roar, Clot his shaggy mane with gore, With flashing fury bid his eye-balls shine ; Meek is his savage, sullen soul, to thine ! Thy touch, thy deadening touch has steeled the breast, Whence, thro...