Mornings in Spring: Or, Retrospections, Biographical, Critical, and Historical, Volume 1J. Murray, 1828 |
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... o'er the theme her mantle threw , Or weeping Virtues sigh'd a faint adieu ; But bless the scroll which fairer words adorn , Traced by the rosy finger of the Morn ; When Friendship bow'd before the shrine of Truth , And Love , without ...
... o'er the theme her mantle threw , Or weeping Virtues sigh'd a faint adieu ; But bless the scroll which fairer words adorn , Traced by the rosy finger of the Morn ; When Friendship bow'd before the shrine of Truth , And Love , without ...
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... o'er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws : And so he walks , insulting o'er his prey ; And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.- Ah , gentle Clifford , kill me with thy sword , And not with such a cruel threat'ning look ...
... o'er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws : And so he walks , insulting o'er his prey ; And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.- Ah , gentle Clifford , kill me with thy sword , And not with such a cruel threat'ning look ...
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... O'er whose pale corse heroic worth should bend , And mild humanity embalm her friend ! Oh ! Romney , in his hour of death we find A subject worthy of thy feeling mind . Methinks I see thy rapid hand display The field of ZUTPHEN , on ...
... O'er whose pale corse heroic worth should bend , And mild humanity embalm her friend ! Oh ! Romney , in his hour of death we find A subject worthy of thy feeling mind . Methinks I see thy rapid hand display The field of ZUTPHEN , on ...
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... o'er the ground , Midst shadows rising dim , Had hushed , in envy of the sound , The wild bird's evening hymn ; Led on by death , with all his train , Yet silent as the blast That sweeps o'er Afric's sultry plain , Th ' avenging Angel ...
... o'er the ground , Midst shadows rising dim , Had hushed , in envy of the sound , The wild bird's evening hymn ; Led on by death , with all his train , Yet silent as the blast That sweeps o'er Afric's sultry plain , Th ' avenging Angel ...
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... o'er his head , A favourite minstrel , though a stranger here , Where holy men with holy views appear , Perched on the beam , above the choral throng , Trills sweeter strains and pours a grateful song . Thy wild and lonely warblings ...
... o'er his head , A favourite minstrel , though a stranger here , Where holy men with holy views appear , Perched on the beam , above the choral throng , Trills sweeter strains and pours a grateful song . Thy wild and lonely warblings ...
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Page 89 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 217 - Armour rusting in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; — " Quell the Scot," exclaims the Lance — Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield...
Page 251 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair.
Page 167 - Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?
Page 255 - Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own ; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal Love. O how more sweet is bird's harmonious moan, Or the hoarse sobbings of the widow'd dove, Than those smooth whisperings near a prince's throne, Which good make doubtful, do the evil approve...
Page 270 - SWEET bird, that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past, or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights which present are; Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers, To rocks, to springs, to rills, from leafy bowers, Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare, And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare. A stain to human sense in sin that lowers. What soul can be so sick, which by thy songs...
Page 217 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Page 238 - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and fast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war, As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his mountain-throne King James did rushing come.
Page 207 - The fairest productions of human wit, after a few perusals, like gathered flowers, wither in our hands, and lose their fragrancy ; but these unfading plants of paradise become, as we are accustomed to them, still more and more beautiful; their bloom appears to be daily heightened ; fresh odours are emitted, and new sweets extracted from them. He who hath once tasted their excellencies, will desire to taste them yet again ; and he who tastes them oftenest, will relish them best.
Page 154 - Your dear self can best witness the manner, being done in loose sheets of paper, most of it in your presence, the rest by sheets l sent unto you, as fast as they were done.