The Pleasures of Memory, with Other PoemsThomas Bensley, 1801 - Всего страниц: 187 |
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... and darkness suggest forcibly the ideas of heat and light , he , who feels the infirmities of age , dwells most on whatever reminds him of the vigour and viva- city of his youth . The associating principle , as here em- ployed , is 7.
... and darkness suggest forcibly the ideas of heat and light , he , who feels the infirmities of age , dwells most on whatever reminds him of the vigour and viva- city of his youth . The associating principle , as here em- ployed , is 7.
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... greensward with his spade , He lectur'd every youth that round him play'd ; And , calmly pointing where his fathers lay , Rous'd him to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here 18.
... greensward with his spade , He lectur'd every youth that round him play'd ; And , calmly pointing where his fathers lay , Rous'd him to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here 18.
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... youth ! Who first unveil'd the hallow'd form of Truth ; Whose every word enlighten'd and endear'd ; In age belov'd , in poverty rever'd ; In Friendship's silent register ye live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . -But when the ...
... youth ! Who first unveil'd the hallow'd form of Truth ; Whose every word enlighten'd and endear'd ; In age belov'd , in poverty rever'd ; In Friendship's silent register ye live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . -But when the ...
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... youth , Warm as the life , and with the mirror's truth . Hence home - felt pleasure prompts the Patriot's sigh ; f This makes him wish to live , and dare to die . For this FOSCARI , whose relentless fate % Venice should blush to hear ...
... youth , Warm as the life , and with the mirror's truth . Hence home - felt pleasure prompts the Patriot's sigh ; f This makes him wish to live , and dare to die . For this FOSCARI , whose relentless fate % Venice should blush to hear ...
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... youth in sweet delusion hung , Where once a PLATO taught , a PINDAR sung ; Who now but meets him musing , when he roves His ruin'd Tusculan's romantic groves ? In Rome's great forum , who but hears him roll His moral thunders o'er the ...
... youth in sweet delusion hung , Where once a PLATO taught , a PINDAR sung ; Who now but meets him musing , when he roves His ruin'd Tusculan's romantic groves ? In Rome's great forum , who but hears him roll His moral thunders o'er the ...
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adieu Æneid bee-hives bend bids blest blush BOILEAU breast breath'd breathe calm cell charm charm'd Chas'd Cicero clime clouds confest controul coursers delight dreams dusky 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 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 rever'd rise round rude sacred scene seraphic shade shadowy shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sooth soul sphere spirit spring steals Stothard stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trac'd trace trembling triumphs truth Twas twilight vale Venice VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb Virtue wake wave weep wild wing youth
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Стр. 171 - 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. 30 - 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. 157 - OH ! that the Chemist's magic art Could crystallize this sacred treasure ! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from CHLOE'S eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cell— The spring of Sensibility ! • • Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee die rays of Virtue shine; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Стр. 172 - 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. 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.
Стр. 167 - The ring-dove builds and murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager : The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet...
Стр. 92 - ... the several degrees of angels may probably have larger views, and some of them be endowed with capacities able to retain together, and constantly set before them, as in one picture, all their past knowledge at once.
Стр. 66 - 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. 66 - Hail, MEMORY, hail ! in thy exhaustless mine From age to age unnumbered treasures shine ! Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey, And Place and Time are subject to thy sway ! Thy pleasures most we feel, when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own.
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.
Стр. 12 - Marked each pure thought, ere registered on high ; Still, still ye walk the consecrated ground, And breathe the soul of Inspiration round.