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Stilled is the hum that thro ' the hamlet broke , When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play , And games and ...
Stilled is the hum that thro ' the hamlet broke , When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play , And games and ...
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Now stained with dews , with cobwebs darkly hung , Oft has its roof with peals of rapture rung ; When round yon ample board , in due degree , We sweetened ...
Now stained with dews , with cobwebs darkly hung , Oft has its roof with peals of rapture rung ; When round yon ample board , in due degree , We sweetened ...
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... 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 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 .
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Oft , as he turned the greensward with his spade , He lectured every youth that round him played ; And , calmly pointing where our fathers lay , Roused us ...
Oft , as he turned the greensward with his spade , He lectured every youth that round him played ; And , calmly pointing where our fathers lay , Roused us ...
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... The church - yard yews round which his fathers sleep ; All rouse Reflection's sadly - pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again .
... The church - yard yews round which his fathers sleep ; All rouse Reflection's sadly - pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again .
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Page 15 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Page 294 - Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Page 113 - Though Somnus in Homer be sent to rouse up Agamemnon, I find no such effects in these drowsy approaches of sleep. To keep our eyes open longer were but to act our antipodes. The huntsmen are up in America, and they are already past their first sleep in Persia.
Page 101 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 18 - And hence the charm historic scenes impart : Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.
Page 105 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Page 101 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised : thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Page 106 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 27 - 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. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose...
Page 50 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...
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| Title | Poems, Volume 1 Poems, Joseph Mallord William Turner |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Illustrated by | Joseph Mallord William Turner, Thomas Stothard |
| Publisher | T. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 7 Nov 2007 |
| Length | 295 pages |
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