PoemsE. Moxon, 1845 |
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... pure thought , ere registered on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground , And breathe the soul of Inspiration round . As o'er the dusky furniture I bend , Each chair awakes the feelings of a friend . The storied arras ...
... pure thought , ere registered on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground , And breathe the soul of Inspiration round . As o'er the dusky furniture I bend , Each chair awakes the feelings of a friend . The storied arras ...
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... pure in thought ; These still exist , by Thee to Fame consigned , Still speak and act , the models of mankind . From Thee gay Hope her airy colouring draws ; And Fancy's flights are subject to thy laws . From Thee that bosom - spring of ...
... pure in thought ; These still exist , by Thee to Fame consigned , Still speak and act , the models of mankind . From Thee gay Hope her airy colouring draws ; And Fancy's flights are subject to thy laws . From Thee that bosom - spring of ...
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... But wins the heart , and wakes the social sigh , With every claim of close affinity ! But these pure joys the world can never know ; In gentler climes their silver currents flow . Oft at the silent , shadowy close of day , 35.
... But wins the heart , and wakes the social sigh , With every claim of close affinity ! But these pure joys the world can never know ; In gentler climes their silver currents flow . Oft at the silent , shadowy close of day , 35.
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... pure and white - winged agents of the sky , Who rule the springs of sacred sympathy , Inform congenial spirits when they meet ? Sweet is their office , as their natures sweet ! FLORIO , with fearful joy , pursued the maid , Till thro ...
... pure and white - winged agents of the sky , Who rule the springs of sacred sympathy , Inform congenial spirits when they meet ? Sweet is their office , as their natures sweet ! FLORIO , with fearful joy , pursued the maid , Till thro ...
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... pure beings , in a nobler sphere , She yields delight but faintly imaged here : All that till now their rapt researches knew , Not called in slow succession to review ; But , as a landscape meets the eye of day , At once presented to ...
... pure beings , in a nobler sphere , She yields delight but faintly imaged here : All that till now their rapt researches knew , Not called in slow succession to review ; But , as a landscape meets the eye of day , At once presented to ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest blush Bossuet breathe bright called calm CANTO charm child Cicero clouds Columbus controul courser dark delight dream earth Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gate gaze gentle glory glows grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hour Household Deities Icarius inspire ITALIAN SONNET light live look mind musing night o'er once Pausanias Petrarch Plato pleasure rapture resigned rise round sacred sail SAMUEL ROGERS sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals stood STRATHFIELD sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL'S tomb virtue voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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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...