The pleasures of hope; with other poems. [Another]Mundell, Doig & Stevenson, and for Longman, 1812 - 131 pages |
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... wrath to Poland - and to man !! Warsaw's last champion , from her height survey'd , Wide o'er the fields , a waste of ruin laid , — Oh ! Heav'n ! he cried , my bleeding country save ! — Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet ...
... wrath to Poland - and to man !! Warsaw's last champion , from her height survey'd , Wide o'er the fields , a waste of ruin laid , — Oh ! Heav'n ! he cried , my bleeding country save ! — Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet ...
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... wrath , and thunder'd from afar ? Where was the storm that slumber'd till the host Of blood - stain'd Pharaoh left their trembling coast ; Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow , And heav'd an ocean of their march below ? Departed ...
... wrath , and thunder'd from afar ? Where was the storm that slumber'd till the host Of blood - stain'd Pharaoh left their trembling coast ; Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow , And heav'd an ocean of their march below ? Departed ...
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... wrath , and thunders from on high ! Heaven's fiery horse , beneath his warrior form , Paws the light clouds , and gallops on the storm ! Wide waves his flickering sword ; his bright arms glow Like summer suns , and light the world below ...
... wrath , and thunders from on high ! Heaven's fiery horse , beneath his warrior form , Paws the light clouds , and gallops on the storm ! Wide waves his flickering sword ; his bright arms glow Like summer suns , and light the world below ...
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... wrath to Poland -- and to man ! The history of the partition of Poland , of the massacre in the suburbs of Warsaw , and on the bridge of Prague , the triumphant entry of Suwarrow into the Polish capital , 90 NOTES ON PART 1 .
... wrath to Poland -- and to man ! The history of the partition of Poland , of the massacre in the suburbs of Warsaw , and on the bridge of Prague , the triumphant entry of Suwarrow into the Polish capital , 90 NOTES ON PART 1 .
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... wrath , at whose command Murder bares her gory hand ? When flush'd with joy , the rosy throng Weave the light dance , ye swell the song ! Cease , ye vain warblers ! cease to charm The breast with other raptures warm ! Cease ! till your ...
... wrath , at whose command Murder bares her gory hand ? When flush'd with joy , the rosy throng Weave the light dance , ye swell the song ! Cease , ye vain warblers ! cease to charm The breast with other raptures warm ! Cease ! till your ...
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adamantine adieu afar anguish ANTISTROPHE Arion Avatar beauty Beauty's bleed bliss bosom Brama's brav'd bright Briton brow burst charm charm'd child clime cried dark deed deep delight doom'd dread dust dust return earth eternal evermore fate fire fond friendless Gilderoy glow hail hallow'd hand Hark Hast thou hath heart Heav'n Heav'n's command heav'nly Hindoo hour hurl'd isles life's light lonely Loxian lyre MEDEA melancholy Mercy midnight midnight hour mingles mournful murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE numbers o'er pang parricide Peace pensive Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE poor dog Tray pow'r Prague proud rapture red dragons sacred sapient scenes seraph shade shalt shore sigh slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit storm sublime sweep sweet tears thee thine trembling triumph Truth twas unfathom'd vale Vengeance watch wave weep wheels wild winds wing wounded Hussar wrath wretch yonder
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Page 51 - The world was sad ! — the garden was a wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled...
Page 25 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time; And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore. On Erie's banks, where tigers steal along, And the dread Indian chants a dismal song, Where human fiends on midnight errands walk, And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawk ; There shall the flocks on thymy pasture stray, And shepherds dance at Summer's opening day ; Each wandering genius of the lonely glen Shall start...
Page 128 - Poor dog ! he was faithful and kind, to be sure, And he constantly loved me, although I was poor ; "When the sour-looking folks sent me heartless away, I had always a friend in my poor dog Tray.
Page 19 - Lo ! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps, Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies, Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes, And weaves a song of melancholy joy — " Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy ; No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul ; but, ah...
Page 69 - From planet whirl'd to planet more remote, He visits realms beyond the reach of thought; But wheeling homeward, when his course is run. Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun!
Page 30 - Hark, as the smouldering piles with thunder fall, A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call! Earth shook— red meteors flash'd along the sky, And conscious Nature shudder'd at the cry! Oh! righteous Heaven; ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword omnipotent to save?
Page 65 - 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...
Page 50 - Tis yours, unmoved, to sever and to meet; No pledge is sacred, and no home is sweet! Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed, The waveless calm, the slumber of the dead ? No; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy, And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy...
Page 23 - twas there she wept in vain, Till Memory fled her agonizing brain ; — But Mercy gave, to charm the sense of woe, Ideal peace, that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam, And aimless HOPE delights her darkest dream. Oft when yon moon has climb'd the midnight sky, And the lone sea-bird wakes its wildest cry, Piled on the steep, her blazing faggots burn To hail the bark that never can return ; And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger...
Page 56 - Hesperian planet hail, And the lone cuckoo sighs along the vale, His path shall be where streamy mountains swell Their shadowy grandeur o'er the narrow dell, Where mouldering piles and forests intervene, Mingling with darker tints the living green ; No circling hills his ravish'd eye to bound, Heaven, Earth, and Ocean, blazing all around.