PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1816 - Всего страниц: 246 |
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... To Two Sisters . On a Tear . To a Voice that had been lost .. From a Greek Epigram .. To the Torso ... Το · PAGE . 1 65 88 97 102 . 103 124 ib . 125 126 129 131 133 135 • 137 138 140 CONTENTS . PAGE . Written in a Sick Chamber .
... To Two Sisters . On a Tear . To a Voice that had been lost .. From a Greek Epigram .. To the Torso ... Το · PAGE . 1 65 88 97 102 . 103 124 ib . 125 126 129 131 133 135 • 137 138 140 CONTENTS . PAGE . Written in a Sick Chamber .
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... voice of mirth . " The glow - worm loves her emerald light to shed , Where now the sexton rests his hoary head . Oft , as he turned the greensward with his spade , He lectured every youth that round him played ; And , calmly pointing ...
... voice of mirth . " The glow - worm loves her emerald light to shed , Where now the sexton rests his hoary head . Oft , as he turned the greensward with his spade , He lectured every youth that round him played ; And , calmly pointing ...
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... voices call , O'er the loud fury of the torrent's fall . .90 But can her smile with gloomy Madness dwell ? Say , can she chase the horrors of his hell ? Each fiery flight on Frenzy's wing restrain , 100 And mould the coinage of the ...
... voices call , O'er the loud fury of the torrent's fall . .90 But can her smile with gloomy Madness dwell ? Say , can she chase the horrors of his hell ? Each fiery flight on Frenzy's wing restrain , 100 And mould the coinage of the ...
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... voice of love . ( As the stern grandeur of a Gothic tower Awes us less deeply in its morning hour , Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivyed wall ; 2 186 The tender images we love to trace , Steal from ...
... voice of love . ( As the stern grandeur of a Gothic tower Awes us less deeply in its morning hour , Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivyed wall ; 2 186 The tender images we love to trace , Steal from ...
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... voice sung sweetly thro ' the shade . It ceased - yet still in FLORIO's fancy sung , Still on each note his captive spirit hung ; Till o'er the mead a cool , sequestered grot 250 From its rich roof a sparry lustre shot . A crystal water ...
... voice sung sweetly thro ' the shade . It ceased - yet still in FLORIO's fancy sung , Still on each note his captive spirit hung ; Till o'er the mead a cool , sequestered grot 250 From its rich roof a sparry lustre shot . A crystal water ...
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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...