The Poems of the Pleasures: Consisting of The Pleasures of Imagination, by Mark Akenside; The Pleasures of Memory, by Samuel Rogers; The Pleasures of Hope, by Thomas Campbell; The Pleasures of Friendship, by James M'Henry |
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... thou hast given me , her alone He loves , O Father ! absent , her he craves : And but for her glad presence ever join'd , Rejoices not in mine : that all my hopes , This thy benignant purpose to fulfil , I deem uncertain . " The Divine ...
... thou hast given me , her alone He loves , O Father ! absent , her he craves : And but for her glad presence ever join'd , Rejoices not in mine : that all my hopes , This thy benignant purpose to fulfil , I deem uncertain . " The Divine ...
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... thou , eternal harmony ! descend , And join this festive train ? for with thee comes The guide , the guardian of their lovely sports , Majestic truth ; and where truth deigns to come , Her sister liberty will not be far . Be present ...
... thou , eternal harmony ! descend , And join this festive train ? for with thee comes The guide , the guardian of their lovely sports , Majestic truth ; and where truth deigns to come , Her sister liberty will not be far . Be present ...
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... smiles the passions , gently soothed away , Sink to divine repose , and love and joy Alone are waking ; love and joy serene As airs that fan the summer . O ! attend , Whoe'er thou art , whom these delights can touch , OF IMAGINATION . 51.
... smiles the passions , gently soothed away , Sink to divine repose , and love and joy Alone are waking ; love and joy serene As airs that fan the summer . O ! attend , Whoe'er thou art , whom these delights can touch , OF IMAGINATION . 51.
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... thou art , whom these delights can touch , Whose candid bosom the refining love Of nature warms , O listen to my song ; And I will guide thee to her favourite walks , And teach thy solitude her voice to hear , And point her loveliest ...
... thou art , whom these delights can touch , Whose candid bosom the refining love Of nature warms , O listen to my song ; And I will guide thee to her favourite walks , And teach thy solitude her voice to hear , And point her loveliest ...
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... : the freely - flowing verse In thy immortal praise , O form divine , Smooths her mellifluent stream . Thee , beauty , thee , The regal dome , and thy enlivening ray The mossy roofs adore : thou , better sun ! 56 56 THE PLEASURES.
... : the freely - flowing verse In thy immortal praise , O form divine , Smooths her mellifluent stream . Thee , beauty , thee , The regal dome , and thy enlivening ray The mossy roofs adore : thou , better sun ! 56 56 THE PLEASURES.
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admiration Akenside awful bard beauty behold blest blooming blooming store bosom breast breath bright Campbell charms clime deeds delight divine earth eternal fair fancy fancy's feelings fire fond frame Genesa genius glow grace grief hand hath heart heaven honours hour images immortal inspiration labour light live Loxian lyre MARK AKENSIDE mind mortal murmuring muse nature nature's ne'er numbers o'er passions pensive pleasing Pleasures of Friendship Pleasures of Hope PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION Pleasures of Memory poem poet poetical poetry rapture sacred SAMUEL ROGERS scene seraph shade siege of Haarlem sigh smile smiling band song soothe sorrow soul spirit spring strains stream sublime sweet taste tears thee THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought toil trembling triumph truth Twas University of Bonn vale verse VIRGIL's tomb virtue warm wave wild winds wing wisdom wonder wretched youth
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Page 122 - The powers of man : we feel within ourselves His energy divine : he tells the heart, He meant, he made us to behold and love What he beholds and loves, the general orb Of life and being ; to be great like him, , Beneficent and active.
Page 121 - Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved.
Page 44 - Of envied life; though only few possess Patrician treasures or imperial state; Yet Nature's care, to all her children just, With richer treasures and an ampler state, Endows at large whatever happy man Will deign to use them.
Page 29 - It is this sense which furnishes the imagination with its ideas ; so that by ' the pleasures of the imagination,' or ' fancy' (which I shall use promiscuously), I here mean such as arise from visible objects, either when we have them actually in our view, or when we call up their ideas into our minds by paintings, statues, descriptions, or any the like occasion.
Page 50 - Decrees its province in the common toil. To some she taught the fabric of the sphere, The changeful Moon, the circuit of the stars, The golden zones of Heaven ; to some she gave To weigh the moment of eternal things, Of time, and space, and Fate's unbroken chain, And will's quick impulse : others by the hand She led o'er vales and mountains, to explore What healing virtue swells the tender veins Of herbs and flowers ; or what the beams of morn Draw forth, distilling from the clifted rind In balmy...
Page 122 - Fresh pleasure only : for the attentive mind, By this harmonious action on her powers, Becomes herself harmonious : wont so oft In outward things to meditate the charm Of sacred order, soon she seeks at home To find a kindred order, to exert Within herself this elegance of love, This fair inspired delight : her tempered powers Refine at length, and every passion wears A chaster, milder, more attractive mien.
Page 236 - Yes ! thy proud lords, unpitied land ! shall see That man hath yet a soul — and dare be free ! A little while, along thy saddening plains, The starless night of Desolation reigns ; Truth shall restore the light by Nature given, And like Prometheus, bring the fire of Heaven ! Prone to the dust Oppression shall be hurled, Her name, her nature, withered from the world...
Page 96 - Of curst ambition ; when the pious band• Of youths who fought for freedom and their sires, Lie side by side in gore ; when ruffian pride Usurps the throne of justice, turns the pomp...
Page 149 - Her tattered mantle, and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips, her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore, Imps, in the barn with mousing owlet bred, From rifled roost at nightly revel fed ; Whose dark eyes flashed through locks of blackest shade, When in the breeze the distant watch-dog bayed : — And heroes fled the Sibyl's muttered call, Whose elfin prowess scaled the orchard wall.
Page 235 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time Sarmatia fell unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...