PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1816 - Всего страниц: 246 |
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... ROGERS . LONDON : IN THE STRAND ; BY T. BENSLEY AND SON , BOLT COURT , FLEET STREET . 1816 . the bince ! Oн could my mind , unfolded in. PRINTED FOR T. CADELL AND W. DAVIES , The Engravings by L. Clennell , from Drawings by T. 8514.
... ROGERS . LONDON : IN THE STRAND ; BY T. BENSLEY AND SON , BOLT COURT , FLEET STREET . 1816 . the bince ! Oн could my mind , unfolded in. PRINTED FOR T. CADELL AND W. DAVIES , The Engravings by L. Clennell , from Drawings by T. 8514.
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Samuel Rogers. the bince ! Oн could my mind , unfolded in my page. The Engravings by L. Clennell , from Drawings by T. Stothard , R. A. And bid the tear of emulation start !
Samuel Rogers. the bince ! Oн could my mind , unfolded in my page. The Engravings by L. Clennell , from Drawings by T. Stothard , R. A. And bid the tear of emulation start !
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Samuel Rogers ! Oн could my mind , unfolded in my page , Enlighten climes and mould a future age ; There as it glowed , with noblest frenzy fraught , Dispense the treasures of exalted thought ; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart ...
Samuel Rogers ! Oн could my mind , unfolded in my page , Enlighten climes and mould a future age ; There as it glowed , with noblest frenzy fraught , Dispense the treasures of exalted thought ; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart ...
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... mind . Of the former species is most pro- bably the memory of brutes ; and its many sources of pleasure to them , as well as to us , are considered in the first part . The latter is the most perfect degree of memory , and forms the ...
... mind . Of the former species is most pro- bably the memory of brutes ; and its many sources of pleasure to them , as well as to us , are considered in the first part . The latter is the most perfect degree of memory , and forms the ...
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... mind . The School's lone porch , with reverend mosses gray , Just tells the pensive pilgrim where it lay . Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn , Quickening my truant - feet across the lawn : Unheard the shout that rent the ...
... mind . The School's lone porch , with reverend mosses gray , Just tells the pensive pilgrim where it lay . Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn , Quickening my truant - feet across the lawn : Unheard the shout that rent the ...
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age to age antient bids bless blest breast breathe bright Cacique calm CANTO charm clime Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dead deep delight desert shore dream echo Euripides father fear fled fond frown gaze glows grove hail hand heart heaven Hence Herrera hour human voice hung inspires Jacqueline light live Maximian melt MEMORY mighty Wind mind murmurs Muse night NOTE C. P. NOTE f NOTE g o'er once pensive pleasure rapture repose resigned rise rite round rude sacred sail says scene secret seraph shade shine shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song soon sooth sorrow soul sphere spirit spring steals sung sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vales VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wave weep whence wild wind wing youth
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Стр. 31 - 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.
Стр. 159 - 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 danced in twilight glade, The canzonet and roundelay Sung in the silent green-wood shade ; These simple joys, that never fail, Shall bind me to my native vale.
Стр. 133 - 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. 63 - Ann Countess Dowager of Pembroke, &c. for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret, Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2d of April, 1616; in memory whereof she hath left an annuity of 41.
Стр. 8 - Long may the ruin spare its hallowed guest ! As jars the hinge, what sullen echoes call ! Oh, haste, unfold the hospitable hall ! That hall, where once, in antiquated state, The chair of justice held the grave debate...
Стр. 124 - 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. 52 - 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. 21 - The intrepid Swiss, who guards a foreign shore, Condemned to climb his mountain-cliffs no more, If chance he hears the song so sweetly wild Which on those cliffs his infant hours beguiled, Melts at the long-lost scenes that round him rise, And sinks a martyr to repentant sighs.
Стр. 24 - Hark! the bee 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 search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confin'd!
Стр. 52 - Correct my views, and elevate my soul ; Grant me thy peace and purity of mind, Devout yet cheerful, active yet...