PoemsE. Moxon, 1845 |
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... dead hour of night to Silence given , Whispering seraphic visions of her heaven . When the blithe son of Savoy , journeying round With humble wares and pipe of merry sound , From his green vale and sheltered cabin hies , And scales the ...
... dead hour of night to Silence given , Whispering seraphic visions of her heaven . When the blithe son of Savoy , journeying round With humble wares and pipe of merry sound , From his green vale and sheltered cabin hies , And scales the ...
Стр. 35
... dead son the gallant ORMOND sighed . Thus , thro ' the gloom of SHENSTONE's fairy grove , MARIA'S urn still breathes the voice of love . As the stern grandeur of a Gothic tower Awes us less deeply in its morning - hour , Than when the ...
... dead son the gallant ORMOND sighed . Thus , thro ' the gloom of SHENSTONE's fairy grove , MARIA'S urn still breathes the voice of love . As the stern grandeur of a Gothic tower Awes us less deeply in its morning - hour , Than when the ...
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... dead descend To watch the silent slumbers of a friend ; To hover round his evening walk unseen , And hold sweet converse on the dusky green ; To hail the spot where first their friendship grew , And heaven and nature opened to their ...
... dead descend To watch the silent slumbers of a friend ; To hover round his evening walk unseen , And hold sweet converse on the dusky green ; To hail the spot where first their friendship grew , And heaven and nature opened to their ...
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... every 2d day of April for ever , upon the stone - table placed hard by . Laus Deo ! " The Eden is the principal river of Cumberland , and rises in the wildest part of Westmoreland . Page 35 , line 4 . O'er his dead son 59.
... every 2d day of April for ever , upon the stone - table placed hard by . Laus Deo ! " The Eden is the principal river of Cumberland , and rises in the wildest part of Westmoreland . Page 35 , line 4 . O'er his dead son 59.
Стр. 60
Samuel Rogers. Page 35 , line 4 . O'er his dead son the gallant ORMOND sighed . “ I would not exchange my dead son , ” said he , “ for any living son in Christendom . ” — HUME . The same sentiment is inscribed on an urn at the Leasowes ...
Samuel Rogers. Page 35 , line 4 . O'er his dead son the gallant ORMOND sighed . “ I would not exchange my dead son , ” said he , “ for any living son in Christendom . ” — HUME . The same sentiment is inscribed on an urn at the Leasowes ...
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Стр. 232 - 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. 231 - I wis all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas, good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Стр. 225 - 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. 224 - Cabrieres which till then he neglected it is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself he tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects and humbles them at the instant makes them cry complain and repent yea even to hate their...
Стр. 230 - 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. 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 hand the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.
Стр. 258 - 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 swell the breeze And point with taper spire to Heaven.
Стр. 276 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Стр. 233 - The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell ; And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly — pour A thousand melodies unheard before...
Стр. 129 - Twas the hour of day When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory opening in the west To golden climes and islands of the blest; And human voices, on the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there...