The Pleasures of Memory,: With Other PoemsT. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, in the Strand., 1799 - Всего страниц: 188 |
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... penfive sweets this filent spot endear ? 1 Mark yon old Manfion , frowning thro ' the trees Whofe hollow turret wooes the whistling breeze . That casement , arch'd with ivy's brownest shade , First to these eyes the light of heav'n ...
... penfive sweets this filent spot endear ? 1 Mark yon old Manfion , frowning thro ' the trees Whofe hollow turret wooes the whistling breeze . That casement , arch'd with ivy's brownest shade , First to these eyes the light of heav'n ...
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... wrought , Whence the caged linnet footh'd my penfive thought ; Those muskets cas'd with venerable rust ; 65 Those once - lov'd forms , still breathing thro ' their dust , Still from the frame , in mould gigantic caft ,, OF MEMORY . 43.
... wrought , Whence the caged linnet footh'd my penfive thought ; Those muskets cas'd with venerable rust ; 65 Those once - lov'd forms , still breathing thro ' their dust , Still from the frame , in mould gigantic caft ,, OF MEMORY . 43.
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... penfive pilgrim where it lay . Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn , Quickening my truant - feet across the lawn : Unheard the fhout that rent the noontide air , When the flow dial gave a pause to care . Up fprings , at every ...
... penfive pilgrim where it lay . Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn , Quickening my truant - feet across the lawn : Unheard the fhout that rent the noontide air , When the flow dial gave a pause to care . Up fprings , at every ...
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... penfive widow loves to weep , When on her knee fhe rocks the babe to fleep : Tremblingly ftill , fhe lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face . 260 The hoary grandfire smiles the hour away , Won by 26 THE PLEASURES.
... penfive widow loves to weep , When on her knee fhe rocks the babe to fleep : Tremblingly ftill , fhe lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face . 260 The hoary grandfire smiles the hour away , Won by 26 THE PLEASURES.
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... penfive portrefs of her holy cell ; Whofe conftant vigils chafe the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal - lamp . 10 The friends of Reason , and the guides of Youth , Whofe language breath'd the eloquence of Truth ; Whofe life ...
... penfive portrefs of her holy cell ; Whofe conftant vigils chafe the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal - lamp . 10 The friends of Reason , and the guides of Youth , Whofe language breath'd the eloquence of Truth ; Whofe life ...
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Æneid beſt bids bleft bluſh breaſt breath'd breathe burſts buſy cell charm chaſe Cicero clime cloſe controul courſe delight diſtant duſky facred fays fecret ferene fhade fhadowy fhall fhould figh filent firſt fleep flings flow fmile foft fome fond foon footh forrows foul fource fprings friendſhip ftill ftreaming fweet fwells glows grove gueſt hail happineſs heart heav'n Hence Hift honeft houſe hung imperial eagle Infpiration landſcape laſt light lov'd Maximian mind moft moſt mufing Muſe native NOTE o'er paffed pauſe penfive pleaſe pleaſure PLEASURES OF MEMORY purſued repoſe rife round rude ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſky ſmall ſmile ſphere ſpirit ſtart ſteals ſtill ſubject ſweet tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trace triumphs Twas uſe vale Verſe VESPASIAN vifions VIRGIL's tomb wake wave weep whiſper whofe Whoſe wild wing wiſh youth
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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...