Clifton Grove. Miscellaneous poems. Time. The Christiad. Prose compositions : Remarks on the English poets. Sternhold and Hopkins. Warton. Cursory remarks on tragedy. Melancholy hours. ReflectionsVernor, Hood, and Sharpe, 1808 - English literature |
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... delight . At thy command the gale that passes by Bears in its whispers mystic harmony . Thou wav'st thy wand , and lo ! what forms appear ! On the dark cloud what giant shapes career ! The ghosts of Ossian skim the misty vale , And ...
... delight . At thy command the gale that passes by Bears in its whispers mystic harmony . Thou wav'st thy wand , and lo ! what forms appear ! On the dark cloud what giant shapes career ! The ghosts of Ossian skim the misty vale , And ...
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... delighted , smil'd . How oft , when childhood threw its golden ray Of gay romance , o'er every happy day , Here , would I run , a visionary boy , When the hoarse tempest shook the vaulted sky , And fancy - led , beheld the Almighty's ...
... delighted , smil'd . How oft , when childhood threw its golden ray Of gay romance , o'er every happy day , Here , would I run , a visionary boy , When the hoarse tempest shook the vaulted sky , And fancy - led , beheld the Almighty's ...
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... delight , And nature bids for him her treasures flow , And gives to him alone , his bliss to know , Why does he pant for vice's deadly charms ? Why clasp the syren pleasure to his arms ? And suck deep draughts of her voluptuous breath ...
... delight , And nature bids for him her treasures flow , And gives to him alone , his bliss to know , Why does he pant for vice's deadly charms ? Why clasp the syren pleasure to his arms ? And suck deep draughts of her voluptuous breath ...
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... delight ! The brooklet branching from the silver Trent , The whispering birch by every zephyr bent , The woody island , and the naked mead , The lowly hut half hid in groves of reed , The rural wicket , and the rural style , And ...
... delight ! The brooklet branching from the silver Trent , The whispering birch by every zephyr bent , The woody island , and the naked mead , The lowly hut half hid in groves of reed , The rural wicket , and the rural style , And ...
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... delight Stamps but the fearful silence of the night ; Save , when is heard , between each dreary rest , Discordant , from her solitary nest , The owl , dull screaming to the wandering moon , Now riding , cloud - wrapt , near her highest ...
... delight Stamps but the fearful silence of the night ; Save , when is heard , between each dreary rest , Discordant , from her solitary nest , The owl , dull screaming to the wandering moon , Now riding , cloud - wrapt , near her highest ...
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art thou Behold beneath breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT charm cheek CHRISTIAD CLIFTON GROVE clouds croud dark dear death deep delight distant divine dost dread drear eternal faint fear feel flame gale genius gloom Gondoline grave groves happiness harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Honington honours hope hour lazy Kate light lonely loud lowly lyre maid melancholy mighty mind moon mortal mournful muse never night o'er pain pale pangs peace pensive pleasure poem poet Quatorzain rest rise River Trent round scene serene shades sigh sight silent sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song SONNET soothe soul sound spirit star of Bethlehem steal stern storm stream sublime sweet sweetly tale tear tell thee thine Thomas Warton thou thought throne twas vale verses wandering wave weep wild winds wing youth
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Page 106 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Page 173 - He bowed the heavens also, and came down : and darkness was under His feet. And He rode upon a cherub, and did fly : yea, He did fly upon the wings of the wind.
Page 187 - Tis she ! — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd ' Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it in heaven a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a Lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those...
Page 175 - Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant...
Page 176 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Page 175 - Parts it may ravage, but preserves the whole. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but Passion is the gale ; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
Page 174 - THE Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high ; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim, Full royally he rode ; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad.
Page 103 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 182 - But various Iris, Jove's commands to bear, Speeds on the wings of winds through liquid air : In Priam's porch the Trojan chiefs she found, The old consulting, and the youths around.
Page 131 - Tis passing strange, to mark his fallacies ; Behold him proudly view some pompous pile, Whose high dome swells to emulate the skies, And smile, and say, my name shall live with this Till Time shall be no more...