The Pleasures of Memory, with Other Poems |
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Page 13
... from the frame , in mould gigantic cast , Starting to life - all whisper of the past ! As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , What fond illusions swarm in every grove ! How oft , when purple evening ting'd the west ,. 13.
... from the frame , in mould gigantic cast , Starting to life - all whisper of the past ! As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , What fond illusions swarm in every grove ! How oft , when purple evening ting'd the west ,. 13.
Page 48
... grasp fling back the folds of night , And snatch the faithless fugitive to light . So thro ' the grove the impatient mother flies , Each sunless glade , each secret pathway tries ; Till the light leaves the truant boy disclose , Long 48.
... grasp fling back the folds of night , And snatch the faithless fugitive to light . So thro ' the grove the impatient mother flies , Each sunless glade , each secret pathway tries ; Till the light leaves the truant boy disclose , Long 48.
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... grove , MARIA'S urn still breathes the voice of love . As the stern grandeur of a Gothic tower Awes us less deeply in its morning hour , Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall ; The tender images ...
... grove , MARIA'S urn still breathes the voice of love . As the stern grandeur of a Gothic tower Awes us less deeply in its morning hour , Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall ; The tender images ...
Page 52
... grove has sung its parting lay ; When pensive Twilight , in her dusky car , Comes slowly on to meet the evening - star ; Above , below , aërial murmurs swell , From hanging wood , brown heath , and bushy dell ! A thousand nameless rills ...
... grove has sung its parting lay ; When pensive Twilight , in her dusky car , Comes slowly on to meet the evening - star ; Above , below , aërial murmurs swell , From hanging wood , brown heath , and bushy dell ! A thousand nameless rills ...
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... grove Its emerald arch with wild luxuriance wove . Light as the breeze that brush'd the orient dew , From rock to rock the young adventurer flew ; And day's last sunshine slept along the shore , When lo , a path the smile of welcome ...
... grove Its emerald arch with wild luxuriance wove . Light as the breeze that brush'd the orient dew , From rock to rock the young adventurer flew ; And day's last sunshine slept along the shore , When lo , a path the smile of welcome ...
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adieu Æneid bee-hives bids blest blush breast breath'd breathe bright calm cell charm charm'd Chas'd Cicero clime clouds confest controul coursers delight dreams dusky dwell echoes faded Fancy's feeling fled flings flows fond gale gaz'd gilds glows Gout grove hail hanging wood Hark heart Heath heav'n Hence Hist hues hung inspires iron tongue light lisp live lov'd lustre magic Maximian melts mind mould Muse native NAVARRE night NOTE C. P. NOTE f o'er pensive PLEASURES OF MEMORY PLUT rapture resign'd rise round rude sacred scene seraphic shade shadowy shed shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sooth soul sphere spirit spring steals Stothard sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas twilight vale vengeance rise Venice VESPASIAN Virtue wake wave weep wild wing youth
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Page 65 - Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! SAMUEL ROGERS.
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 15 - To soothe and sweeten all the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm, When nature fades and life forgets to charm; Thee would the Muse invoke! — to thee belong The sage's precept and the poet's song. What softened views thy magic glass reveals, When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals!
Page 157 - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, — That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
Page 152 - Still, still he views the parting look she gave. Her gentle spirit, lightly hovering o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And, when the beating billows round him roar, Whispers sweet hope to soothe his troubled soul. Carved is her name in many a spicy grove, In many a plantain-forest, waving wide ; Where dusky youths in painted plumage rove, And giant palms o'er-arch the golden tide.
Page 20 - 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. Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Brightens or fades; yet all, with magic art, Controul the latent fibres of the heart.
Page 178 - She sports her lovely face at public places ; And with blue, laughing eyes, behind her fan, First acts her part with that great actor, MAN. Too soon a flirt, approach her and she flies...
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 163 - Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey, From desert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud, And as the echoing cliffs reply, The huts peep o'er the morning cloud, Perch'd, like an eagle's nest, on high. THE BOY OF EOREMOND. " Say, what remains when Hope is fled*'' She answer'd, " Endless weeping !" For in the herdsman's eye she read Who in his shroud lay sleeping.
Page 14 - Childhood's loved group revisits every scene, — The tangled wood-walk, and the tufted green. Indulgent MEMORY wakes, and, lo, they live, Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give.