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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... dreams , with wild affright , The deep - mouth'd mastiff bays the troubled night ; Or where the village ale - house crowns the vale , The creaking sign - post whistles to the gale , A little onward let me bend my way , Where the moss'd ...
... dreams , with wild affright , The deep - mouth'd mastiff bays the troubled night ; Or where the village ale - house crowns the vale , The creaking sign - post whistles to the gale , A little onward let me bend my way , Where the moss'd ...
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... Or croud the foaming desart stream ; Lastly her storied hand she waves And lays him in Florentian caves ; There milder fables lovelier themes Enwrap his soul in heavenly dreams , Thére pity's lute arrests his ear , And draws the F 2 67.
... Or croud the foaming desart stream ; Lastly her storied hand she waves And lays him in Florentian caves ; There milder fables lovelier themes Enwrap his soul in heavenly dreams , Thére pity's lute arrests his ear , And draws the F 2 67.
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... dreams : - -The shadow flies , And fainting fast its image dies . But lo ! the Painter's magic force Arrests the phantoms fleeting course ; It lives - It lives - the canvas glows , And tenfold vigour o'er it flows . The Bard beholds the ...
... dreams : - -The shadow flies , And fainting fast its image dies . But lo ! the Painter's magic force Arrests the phantoms fleeting course ; It lives - It lives - the canvas glows , And tenfold vigour o'er it flows . The Bard beholds the ...
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... dreams are ever wont to fly . Come kindred mourner , in my breast , Soothe these discordant tones to rest , And breathe the soul of peace ; Mild visitor , I feel thee here , It is not pain that brings this tear , For thou hast bid it ...
... dreams are ever wont to fly . Come kindred mourner , in my breast , Soothe these discordant tones to rest , And breathe the soul of peace ; Mild visitor , I feel thee here , It is not pain that brings this tear , For thou hast bid it ...
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... dream Of life will vanish from my feverish brain ; And death my wearied spirit will redeem From this wild region of unvary'd pain . Yon brook will glide as softly as before , - Yon landscape smile , -yon golden harvest grow , — Yon ...
... dream Of life will vanish from my feverish brain ; And death my wearied spirit will redeem From this wild region of unvary'd pain . Yon brook will glide as softly as before , - Yon landscape smile , -yon golden harvest grow , — Yon ...
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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...