The Pleasures of Hope,: With Other Poems

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1825 - 144 pages

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Page 74 - UNFADING Hope ! when life's last embers burn, 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 10 - ... scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been ! And every form, that fancy can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptured eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can wisdom lend, with all her...
Page 26 - Wilt thou, sweet mourner ! at my stone appear, And soothe my parted spirit lingering near ? Oh, wilt thou come at evening hour to shed The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed; "With aching temples on thy hand reclined, Muse on the last farewell I leave behind, Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low, And think on all my love, and all my woe...
Page 35 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...
Page 49 - Could mock the groans of fellow-men, and bear The curse of kingdoms peopled with despair ! Could stamp disgrace on man's polluted name, And barter, with their gold, eternal shame ! But hark ! as bow'd to earth the Bramin kneels, From heavenly climes propitious thunder peals ! Of India's fate her guardian spirits tell, Prophetic murmurs breathing on the shell, And solemn sounds, that awe the listening mind, Roll on the azure paths of every wind.
Page 37 - Heaven ! ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword, omnipotent to save ? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance...
Page 76 - The strife is o'er — the pangs of nature close, And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes. Hark ! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze, The noon of Heaven undazzled by the blaze, On heavenly winds that waft her...
Page 23 - Bright as the pillar rose at Heaven's command, When Israel march'd along the desert land, Blazed through the night on lonely wilds afar, And told the path — a never-setting star : So heavenly genius, in thy course divine, Hope is thy star, her light is ever thine.
Page 58 - And say, without our hopes, without our fears, Without the home that plighted love endears, Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh ! what were man? — a world without a sun.
Page 9 - Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ? 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

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