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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... mournful larches o'er the wave impend . Around , what sounds , what magic sounds arise , What glimm'ring scenes salute my ravish'd eyes : Soft sleep the waters on their pebbly bed , The woods wave gently o'er my drooping head , And ...
... mournful larches o'er the wave impend . Around , what sounds , what magic sounds arise , What glimm'ring scenes salute my ravish'd eyes : Soft sleep the waters on their pebbly bed , The woods wave gently o'er my drooping head , And ...
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... mournful eye to Heaven and weep . ODE TO THOUGHT . Written at Midnight . I. HENCÉ away vindictive thought ! Thy pictures are of pain ; The visions through thy dark eye caught , They with no gentle charms are fraught , So prithee back ...
... mournful eye to Heaven and weep . ODE TO THOUGHT . Written at Midnight . I. HENCÉ away vindictive thought ! Thy pictures are of pain ; The visions through thy dark eye caught , They with no gentle charms are fraught , So prithee back ...
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... flow ? The rose that gems thy pensive brow , Is it without a thorn ? With all thy smiles , And witching wiles , Yet not unfrequent bitterness thy mournful sway defiles . V. The drowsy night - watch has forgot To call 89.
... flow ? The rose that gems thy pensive brow , Is it without a thorn ? With all thy smiles , And witching wiles , Yet not unfrequent bitterness thy mournful sway defiles . V. The drowsy night - watch has forgot To call 89.
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... mournful vigils keeps . II . 2 . And oh ! for what consumes his watchful oil ? For what does thus he waste life's fleeting breath ? " Tis for neglect and penury he doth toil , " Tis for untimely death . Lo ! where dejected pale he lies ...
... mournful vigils keeps . II . 2 . And oh ! for what consumes his watchful oil ? For what does thus he waste life's fleeting breath ? " Tis for neglect and penury he doth toil , " Tis for untimely death . Lo ! where dejected pale he lies ...
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... mournful melancholy gleam , And through my lofty casement weaves , Dim through the vine's encircling leaves , An intermingled beam . II . These feverish dews that on my temples hang , This quivering lip , these eyes of dying flame ...
... mournful melancholy gleam , And through my lofty casement weaves , Dim through the vine's encircling leaves , An intermingled beam . II . These feverish dews that on my temples hang , This quivering lip , these eyes of dying flame ...
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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...