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... vale , Glance thro ' the gloom , and whisper in the gale ; In wild Vaucluse with love and LAURA dwell , And watch and weep in ELOISA's cell . h " Twas ever thus . As now at VIRGIL's tomb , 1 We bless the shade , and bid the verdure ...
... vale , Glance thro ' the gloom , and whisper in the gale ; In wild Vaucluse with love and LAURA dwell , And watch and weep in ELOISA's cell . h " Twas ever thus . As now at VIRGIL's tomb , 1 We bless the shade , and bid the verdure ...
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... vale Lean'd on his staff to lengthen out the tale ; Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breath'd , From sire to son with pious zeal bequeath'd . When o'er the blasted heath the day declin'd , And on the scath'd oak warr'd the winter ...
... vale Lean'd on his staff to lengthen out the tale ; Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breath'd , From sire to son with pious zeal bequeath'd . When o'er the blasted heath the day declin'd , And on the scath'd oak warr'd the winter ...
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... vale and shelter'd cabin hies , And scales the Alps to visit foreign skies : Tho ' far below the forked lightnings play , And at his feet the thunder dies away , Oft , in the saddle rudely rock'd to sleep , While his mule browses on the ...
... vale and shelter'd cabin hies , And scales the Alps to visit foreign skies : Tho ' far below the forked lightnings play , And at his feet the thunder dies away , Oft , in the saddle rudely rock'd to sleep , While his mule browses on the ...
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... vale retires , Rich in its groves , and glens , and village - spires ; Its upland lawns , and cliffs with foliage hung , Its wizard - stream , nor nameless nor unsung : And thro ' the various year , the various day , b What scenes of ...
... vale retires , Rich in its groves , and glens , and village - spires ; Its upland lawns , and cliffs with foliage hung , Its wizard - stream , nor nameless nor unsung : And thro ' the various year , the various day , b What scenes of ...
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... vale , And her wild music triumphs on the gale , Oft with my book I muse from stile to stile ; * Oft in my porch the listless noon beguile , Framing loose numbers , till declining day Thro ' the green trellis shoots a crimson ray ; Till ...
... vale , And her wild music triumphs on the gale , Oft with my book I muse from stile to stile ; * Oft in my porch the listless noon beguile , Framing loose numbers , till declining day Thro ' the green trellis shoots a crimson ray ; Till ...
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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.