The pleasures of hope; with other poems1801 |
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... green , Leans o'er its humble gate , and thinks the while- Oh ! that for me fome home like this would fmile , Some hamlet fhade , to yield my fickly form , 305 Health in the breeze , and fhelter in the ftorm ; There should my hand no ...
... green , Leans o'er its humble gate , and thinks the while- Oh ! that for me fome home like this would fmile , Some hamlet fhade , to yield my fickly form , 305 Health in the breeze , and fhelter in the ftorm ; There should my hand no ...
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... forests intervene , 105 Mingling with darker tints the living green ; No circling hills his ravifh'd eye to bound , Heaven , Earth , and Ocean , blazing all around ! The moon is up - the watch - tow'r dimly 58 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... forests intervene , 105 Mingling with darker tints the living green ; No circling hills his ravifh'd eye to bound , Heaven , Earth , and Ocean , blazing all around ! The moon is up - the watch - tow'r dimly 58 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... green Ierne's shore ; So , when thy pure and renovated mind This perishable duft hath left behind , Thy feraph eye fhall count the ftarry train , Like diftant ifles embofom'd in the main ; E 195 200 205 Rapt to the fhrine where motion ...
... green Ierne's shore ; So , when thy pure and renovated mind This perishable duft hath left behind , Thy feraph eye fhall count the ftarry train , Like diftant ifles embofom'd in the main ; E 195 200 205 Rapt to the fhrine where motion ...
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... green Parnaffus , now Sprung from Harmonia , while her graceful hair Wav'd in bright auburn o'er her polish'd brow ! 20 ANTISTROPHE I. Where filent vales , and glades of green 108 TRANSLATION.
... green Parnaffus , now Sprung from Harmonia , while her graceful hair Wav'd in bright auburn o'er her polish'd brow ! 20 ANTISTROPHE I. Where filent vales , and glades of green 108 TRANSLATION.
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Thomas Campbell. ANTISTROPHE I. Where filent vales , and glades of green array , The murm'ring wreaths of cool Cephifus lave , There , as the muse hath fung , at noon of day , The Queen of Beauty bow'd to taste the wave ! And bleft the ...
Thomas Campbell. ANTISTROPHE I. Where filent vales , and glades of green array , The murm'ring wreaths of cool Cephifus lave , There , as the muse hath fung , at noon of day , The Queen of Beauty bow'd to taste the wave ! And bleft the ...
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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.