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... wandering tribes require , Stretched in the desert round their evening - fire ; As any sung of old in hall or bower To minstrel - harps at midnight's witching hour ! Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth ...
... wandering tribes require , Stretched in the desert round their evening - fire ; As any sung of old in hall or bower To minstrel - harps at midnight's witching hour ! Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth ...
Page 70
... wandering eye - now many a written thought Never to die , with many a lisping sweet His moving , murmuring lips endeavour to repeat . Released , he chases the bright butterfly ; Oh he would follow - follow through the sky ! Climbs the ...
... wandering eye - now many a written thought Never to die , with many a lisping sweet His moving , murmuring lips endeavour to repeat . Released , he chases the bright butterfly ; Oh he would follow - follow through the sky ! Climbs the ...
Page 75
... wandering without measure Thro ' sun and shade , lost in a trance of pleasure ; And , if to Fear but for a weary mile , Hope follows fast and wins him with a smile . At length he goes - a Pilgrim to the Shrine , And for a relic would a ...
... wandering without measure Thro ' sun and shade , lost in a trance of pleasure ; And , if to Fear but for a weary mile , Hope follows fast and wins him with a smile . At length he goes - a Pilgrim to the Shrine , And for a relic would a ...
Page 76
... come those full confidings of the past ; All sunshine now , where all was overcast . Then do they wander till the day is gone , Lost in each other ; and when Night steals on , Covering them round , how sweet her accents are ! 76.
... come those full confidings of the past ; All sunshine now , where all was overcast . Then do they wander till the day is gone , Lost in each other ; and when Night steals on , Covering them round , how sweet her accents are ! 76.
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... wander with a keen delight , If but a leveret catch their quicker sight Down a green alley , or a squirrel then Climb the gnarled oak , and look and climb again , If but a moth flit by , an acorn fall , He turns their thoughts to Him ...
... wander with a keen delight , If but a leveret catch their quicker sight Down a green alley , or a squirrel then Climb the gnarled oak , and look and climb again , If but a moth flit by , an acorn fall , He turns their thoughts to Him ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest blush breathe bright calm CANTO charm Cicero clouds Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dear delight desert shore dream Euripides father fear Finden fled flowers fond gaze glory glows Goodall grave grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hope and fear hour human voice hung Icarius inspire light live look mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once Petrarch pleasure rapture resigned rise round sacred sail SAMUEL ROGERS sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals Stothard sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Turner Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings youth
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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...