The pleasures of hope; with other poems1801 |
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... cease , and here , Truth , Science , Virtue , close your short career . " 425 Tyrants ! in vain ye trace the wizard ring ; In vain ye limit Mind's unwearied fpring : с 430 What can ye lull the winged winds asleep , Arreft PLEASURES OF ...
... cease , and here , Truth , Science , Virtue , close your short career . " 425 Tyrants ! in vain ye trace the wizard ring ; In vain ye limit Mind's unwearied fpring : с 430 What can ye lull the winged winds asleep , Arreft PLEASURES OF ...
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... cease but with the world ? What ! are thy triumphs , facred Truth , belied ? 435 Why then hath Plato liv'd - or Sydney died ? 440 Ye fond adorers of departed fame , Who warm at Scipio's worth , or Tully's name ! Ye that , in fancied ...
... cease but with the world ? What ! are thy triumphs , facred Truth , belied ? 435 Why then hath Plato liv'd - or Sydney died ? 440 Ye fond adorers of departed fame , Who warm at Scipio's worth , or Tully's name ! Ye that , in fancied ...
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... Cease , every joy , to glimmer on my mind , 375 But leave - oh ! leave the light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of blifs have been , Like angel - vifits , few , and far between ! Her mufing mood fhall every pang appease ...
... Cease , every joy , to glimmer on my mind , 375 But leave - oh ! leave the light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of blifs have been , Like angel - vifits , few , and far between ! Her mufing mood fhall every pang appease ...
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... the mind , And lull the wrath , at whofe command Murder bares her hand ? gory When flush'd with joy , the rofy throng Weave the light dance , ye fwell the fong ! 20 Ceafe , ye vain warblers ! cease to charm The 104 TRANSLATION.
... the mind , And lull the wrath , at whofe command Murder bares her hand ? gory When flush'd with joy , the rofy throng Weave the light dance , ye fwell the fong ! 20 Ceafe , ye vain warblers ! cease to charm The 104 TRANSLATION.
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Thomas Campbell. Ceafe , ye vain warblers ! cease to charm The breast with other raptures warm ! Ceafe ! till your hand with magic ftrain In flumbers fteep the heart of pain ! IN THE SAME TRAGEDY , To diffuade Medea from her FROM MEDEA .
Thomas Campbell. Ceafe , ye vain warblers ! cease to charm The breast with other raptures warm ! Ceafe ! till your hand with magic ftrain In flumbers fteep the heart of pain ! IN THE SAME TRAGEDY , To diffuade Medea from her FROM MEDEA .
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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.