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... sail ; So , when he breathed his firm yet fond adieu , Borne from his leafy hut , his carved canoe , And all his soul best loved - such tears he shed , While each soft scene of summer - beauty fled , Long o'er the wave a wistful look he ...
... sail ; So , when he breathed his firm yet fond adieu , Borne from his leafy hut , his carved canoe , And all his soul best loved - such tears he shed , While each soft scene of summer - beauty fled , Long o'er the wave a wistful look he ...
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... sail , To view the fairy - haunts of long - lost hours , Blest with far greener shades , far fresher flowers . Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius , and refines in Art ; Thee , in whose hand the keys of Science ...
... sail , To view the fairy - haunts of long - lost hours , Blest with far greener shades , far fresher flowers . Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius , and refines in Art ; Thee , in whose hand the keys of Science ...
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... sail , And catch the sounds that sadden every gale . Tell , if thou canst , the sum of sorrows there ; Mark the fixed gaze , the wild and frenzied glare , The racks of thought , and freezings of despair ! But pause not then - beyond the ...
... sail , And catch the sounds that sadden every gale . Tell , if thou canst , the sum of sorrows there ; Mark the fixed gaze , the wild and frenzied glare , The racks of thought , and freezings of despair ! But pause not then - beyond the ...
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... sail . Long have ye heard the narratives of age , The battle's havoc , and the tempest's rage ; Long have ye known Reflection's genial ray Gild the calm close of Valour's various day . Time's sombrous touches soon correct the piece ...
... sail . Long have ye heard the narratives of age , The battle's havoc , and the tempest's rage ; Long have ye known Reflection's genial ray Gild the calm close of Valour's various day . Time's sombrous touches soon correct the piece ...
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... tinged the lake's ethereal blue , And her deep shades irregularly threw ; Their shifting sail dropt gently from the cove , Down by St. Herbert's consecrated grove ; Whence erst the chanted hymn , the tapered rite Amused 56 ROGERS ' POEMS .
... tinged the lake's ethereal blue , And her deep shades irregularly threw ; Their shifting sail dropt gently from the cove , Down by St. Herbert's consecrated grove ; Whence erst the chanted hymn , the tapered rite Amused 56 ROGERS ' POEMS .
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adieu Ęschylus age to age ancient battle of Waterloo bids bless blest blushes breathe bright called calm CANTO charm cheek child Cicero clouds Columbus Cortes courser dark delight desert shore DRAWING BY TURNER dream ENGRAVED Euripides eyes father fear fled flowers frowns gaze glory glows grove hail hear heart heaven Hence Herrera Hist hour Icarius inspire light lisp live look lustre mind murmurs musing night o'er once Pausanias Petrarch pleasure Praxiteles rapture resigned rise round sacred sail sate says scene secret seraph shade shed shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals stood sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs Twas vale vengeance rise VIRGIL'S tomb Virtue voice wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings Woburn Abbey youth
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Page 203 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 295 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place, or honours, but I have and do reverence him, for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength ; for greatness he could not want. Neither could I condole in a word or syllable for him, as knowing no accident could do harm to virtue, but rather...
Page 76 - Her by her smile how soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy, What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks, he speaks. In many a broken word His wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard. And ever, ever to her lap he flies, When rosy Sleep comes on with sweet surprise.
Page 104 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Page 108 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Page 110 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 69 - For now the caudle-cup is circling there, Now, glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer, And, crowding, stop the cradle to admire The babe, the sleeping Image of his sire, A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran, Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale...
Page 103 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 300 - Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Page 111 - The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell ; And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly — pour A thousand melodies unheard before...