The pleasures of hope; with other poems1801 |
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... India . - Prophecy in the Hindoo mythology of the expected descent of the Deity , to redrefs the miseries of their race , and to take vengeance on the violators of juftice and mercy . PART I. AT fummer eve , when Heav'n's aerial bow 2 ...
... India . - Prophecy in the Hindoo mythology of the expected descent of the Deity , to redrefs the miseries of their race , and to take vengeance on the violators of juftice and mercy . PART I. AT fummer eve , when Heav'n's aerial bow 2 ...
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... Indian chants a difmal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk , And bathe in brains the murd'rous tomahawk ; There fhall the flocks on thymy pafture stray , And fhepherds dance at Summer's op'ning day ; Each wand'ring genius ...
... Indian chants a difmal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk , And bathe in brains the murd'rous tomahawk ; There fhall the flocks on thymy pafture stray , And fhepherds dance at Summer's op'ning day ; Each wand'ring genius ...
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... Indian isles ; 505 510 For ever fallen ! no fon of Nature now , With Freedom charter'd on his manly brow ! Faint , bleeding , bound , he weeps the night away , And , when the fea - wind wafts the dewless day , 515 Starts , with a ...
... Indian isles ; 505 510 For ever fallen ! no fon of Nature now , With Freedom charter'd on his manly brow ! Faint , bleeding , bound , he weeps the night away , And , when the fea - wind wafts the dewless day , 515 Starts , with a ...
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... Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at Thraldrom's bitter figh ! So Virtue dies , the fpoufe of Liberty ! 530 But not to Lybia's barren climes alone , To Chili 40 ...
... Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at Thraldrom's bitter figh ! So Virtue dies , the fpoufe of Liberty ! 530 But not to Lybia's barren climes alone , To Chili 40 ...
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... Indian wave ? Ah , no ! —to more than Rome's ambition true , The Nurfe of Freedom gave it not to you ! She the bold route of Europe's guilt began , And in the march of nations , led the van ! 560 Rich in the gems of India's gaudy zone ...
... Indian wave ? Ah , no ! —to more than Rome's ambition true , The Nurfe of Freedom gave it not to you ! She the bold route of Europe's guilt began , And in the march of nations , led the van ! 560 Rich in the gems of India's gaudy zone ...
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afar anguiſh ANTISTROPHE beauty Beauty's bleed bofom bower bright bright eye Briton brow burſt cauſe ceaſe charm charm'd child clime cloſe dark deed deep delight deſpair doom'd dread duft eternal facred fate feven fhade fhall fhore fhrine fiery figh filent fire flumber fmile fong foothe forrow foul friendleſs Friendſhip ftill ftormy ftrings fublime fummer fweep fweet fwell fword glow hand Hark hath heart Heav'n heav'nly Hindoo Hope hopeleſs hour laft laſt life's light Lochiel lonely Loxian lyre MEDEA Mercy midnight mingles Mufe murmur Nature Nature's Note numbers o'er paffion pang parricide Pauſe peace penfive pleaſure pow'r proud rapture ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhell ſhore ſky ſmile ſpirit ſteep ſtream ſweep tears tempests tempests blow thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thou thouſand thunder trembling triumph vale watch wave weep Weft whofe whoſe wild winds Wiſdom wiſhes yonder
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Page 30 - 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...
Page 21 - So speaks affection, ere the infant eye Can look regard, or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his...
Page 32 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled! Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own! Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL — the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN!
Page 42 - Britons cross'd the Indian wave ? Ah, no ! — to more than Rome's ambition true, The Nurse of Freedom gave it not to you ! She the bold route of Europe's guilt began, And, in the march of nations, led the van...
Page 68 - When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Oh! then, thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day— Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin, And all the phoenix spirit burns within!
Page 34 - Shall crimes and tyrants cease but with the world ? What ! are thy triumphs, sacred Truth, belied ? Why then hath Plato...
Page 21 - ... brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care, Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer, Or gazing, mutely pensive, sits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring HOPE the while At every artless tear, and every smile...
Page 69 - Heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud. Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud ! While Nature hears, with terror-mingled trust, The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust ; And, like the trembling Hebrew...
Page 3 - Aonian Muses say, When Man and Nature mourn'd their first decay | When every form of death, and every woe, Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; When Murder bared her arm, and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heaven again ; All, all forsook the friendless, guilty mind, But HOPE, the charmer, linger'd still behind.