The Pleasures of Memory, with Other PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1810 - 167 pages |
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... pure thought , ere register'd on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground , And breathe the soul of Inspiration round . As o'er the dusky furniture I bend , Each chair awakes the feelings of a friend . The storied arras ...
... pure thought , ere register'd on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground , And breathe the soul of Inspiration round . As o'er the dusky furniture I bend , Each chair awakes the feelings of a friend . The storied arras ...
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... pure in thought ; These still exist , by Thee to Fame consign'd , Still speak and act , the models of mankind . From Thee sweet Hope her airy colouring draws ; And Fancy's flights are subject to thy laws . From Thee that bosom - spring ...
... pure in thought ; These still exist , by Thee to Fame consign'd , Still speak and act , the models of mankind . From Thee sweet Hope her airy colouring draws ; And Fancy's flights are subject to thy laws . From Thee that bosom - spring ...
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... pure joys the world can never know ; In gentler climes their silver currents flow . Oft at the silent , shadowy close of day , When the hush'd grove has sung its parting lay ; When pensive Twilight , in her dusky car , Comes slowly on ...
... pure joys the world can never know ; In gentler climes their silver currents flow . Oft at the silent , shadowy close of day , When the hush'd grove has sung its parting lay ; When pensive Twilight , in her dusky car , Comes slowly on ...
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... d a soft enchantment o'er his soul ! In every nerve he felt her blest controul ! What pure and white - wing'd agents of the sky , Who rule the springs of sacred sympathy , Inform congenial spirits when they meet ? Sweet is their 54.
... d a soft enchantment o'er his soul ! In every nerve he felt her blest controul ! What pure and white - wing'd agents of the sky , Who rule the springs of sacred sympathy , Inform congenial spirits when they meet ? Sweet is their 54.
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... pure beings , in a nobler sphere , She yields delight but faintly imag'd here : All that till now their rapt researches knew , Not call'd in slow succession to review ; But , as a landscape meets the eye of day , At once presented to ...
... pure beings , in a nobler sphere , She yields delight but faintly imag'd here : All that till now their rapt researches knew , Not call'd in slow succession to review ; But , as a landscape meets the eye of day , At once presented to ...
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adieu antient arras bids blest blush BOILEAU breast breath'd breathe breeze bright calm cell charm Cicero CLENNELL clime confest controul coursers delight dreams dwell echoes faded Fancy Fancy's fled flings flow fond gale gaz'd Genii gilds glows Gout grove hail hanging wood heart heav'n Hence Hist hues hung inspire kindred light lisp live lov'd lustre maid Maximian melts mind murmurs Muse native NAVARRE night NOTE C. P. o'er once pensive PLEASURES OF MEMORY PLUT rapture repose resign'd rever'd rise round rude scene secret seraph serene shade shadowy shed shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sooth sooth'd sorrows soul sphere spirit spring steals sweet swell tears tempest thee thou thought thoughts inspire thro tints trac'd trace trembling triumphs truth twas thine vale Venice Virtue wake wave weep wild wing youth
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Page 107 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Page 128 - CHLOE'S eye ; Then, trembling, left its coral cell — The spring of Sensibility ! Sweet drop of pure and pearly light ! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 28 - Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more, His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each, With that mute eloquence which passes speech.— And see, the master but returns to die! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth, The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth, These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave, Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.
Page 37 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
Page 146 - Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of snow : Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks What most I wish— and fear to know ! She starts, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair hands folded on her breast : — And now, how like a saint she sleeps ! A seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure ! Above...
Page 153 - That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet...
Page 79 - Memory!— oh! supremely blest, And justly proud beyond a Poet's praise ; If the pure confines of thy tranquil breast Contain, indeed, the subject of thy lays ! By me how envied ! — for to me. The herald still of misery, Memory makes her influence known By sighs, and tears, and grief alone ; I greet her as the fiend, to whom belong The vulture's ravening beak, the raven's funeral song.
Page 64 - When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth!
Page 21 - As summer-clouds flash forth electric fire. And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth, Warm as the life, and with the mirror's truth. Hence home-felt pleasure prompts the Patriot's sigh ; This makes him wish to live, and dare to die. For this young...
Page 151 - A Wish 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. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower