PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1816 - Всего страниц: 246 |
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... thine to animate her closing eye ; Alas ! ' twas thine perchance the first to die , Crushed by her meagre hand , when welcomed from the sky . Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn , Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn . O ...
... thine to animate her closing eye ; Alas ! ' twas thine perchance the first to die , Crushed by her meagre hand , when welcomed from the sky . Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn , Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn . O ...
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... thine to meditate an humbler flight , When morning fills the fields with rosy light ; Be thine to blend , nor thine a vulgar aim , Repose with dignity , with Quiet fame . Here no state - chambers in long line unfold , Bright with broad ...
... thine to meditate an humbler flight , When morning fills the fields with rosy light ; Be thine to blend , nor thine a vulgar aim , Repose with dignity , with Quiet fame . Here no state - chambers in long line unfold , Bright with broad ...
Стр. 73
... thine erring friend so long forget ( Sweet source of pensive joy and fond regret ) That here its warmest hues the pencil flings , Lo ! here the lost restores , the absent brings ; And still the Few best loved and most revered Rise round ...
... thine erring friend so long forget ( Sweet source of pensive joy and fond regret ) That here its warmest hues the pencil flings , Lo ! here the lost restores , the absent brings ; And still the Few best loved and most revered Rise round ...
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... thine ! ) Careless my course , yet not without design . So thro ' the vales of Loire the bee - hives glide , The light raft dropping with the silent tide ; So , till the laughing scenes are lost in night , The busy people wing their ...
... thine ! ) Careless my course , yet not without design . So thro ' the vales of Loire the bee - hives glide , The light raft dropping with the silent tide ; So , till the laughing scenes are lost in night , The busy people wing their ...
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... thine ! Thy touch , thy deadening touch has steeled the breast , Whence , thro ' her April - shower , soft Pity smiled ; Has closed the heart each godlike virtue blessed , To all the silent pleadings of his child . † At thy command he ...
... thine ! Thy touch , thy deadening touch has steeled the breast , Whence , thro ' her April - shower , soft Pity smiled ; Has closed the heart each godlike virtue blessed , To all the silent pleadings of his child . † At thy command he ...
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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...