PoemsE. Moxon, 1845 |
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... wind ; When not a distant taper's twinkling ray Gleamed o'er the furze to light him on his way ; When not a sheep - bell soothed his listening ear , And the big rain - drops told the tempest near ; Then did his horse the homeward track ...
... wind ; When not a distant taper's twinkling ray Gleamed o'er the furze to light him on his way ; When not a sheep - bell soothed his listening ear , And the big rain - drops told the tempest near ; Then did his horse the homeward track ...
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... winds her small but mellow horn , Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn . O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course , And many a stream allures her to its source . " Tis noon , ' tis night . That eye so finely wrought , Beyond the ...
... winds her small but mellow horn , Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn . O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course , And many a stream allures her to its source . " Tis noon , ' tis night . That eye so finely wrought , Beyond the ...
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... winds forget to rave , Is Heaven's sweet smile reflected on the wave . From Guinea's coast pursue the lessening sail , And catch the sounds that sadden every gale . Tell , if thou canst , the sum of sorrows there ; Mark the fixed gaze ...
... winds forget to rave , Is Heaven's sweet smile reflected on the wave . From Guinea's coast pursue the lessening sail , And catch the sounds that sadden every gale . Tell , if thou canst , the sum of sorrows there ; Mark the fixed gaze ...
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... wind : And each , with glowing energy pourtrayed , The far - famed triumphs of the field displayed ; Usurped the canvass of the crowded hall , And chased a line of heroes from the wall . There slept the horn each jocund echo knew , And ...
... wind : And each , with glowing energy pourtrayed , The far - famed triumphs of the field displayed ; Usurped the canvass of the crowded hall , And chased a line of heroes from the wall . There slept the horn each jocund echo knew , And ...
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... wind ; And , while the coot her jet - wing loved to lave , Rocked on the bosom of the sleepless wave ; The eagle rushed from Skiddaw's purple crest , A cloud still brooding o'er her giant - nest . And now the moon had dimmed with dewy ...
... wind ; And , while the coot her jet - wing loved to lave , Rocked on the bosom of the sleepless wave ; The eagle rushed from Skiddaw's purple crest , A cloud still brooding o'er her giant - nest . And now the moon had dimmed with dewy ...
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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...