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... look he caft , 205 209 Long watch'd the ftreaming fignal from the maft ; Till twilight's dewy tints deceiv'd his eye , And fairy forefts fring'd the evening sky . So Scotia's Queen , as flowly dawn'd the day , C 2 OF MEMORY . 23.
... look he caft , 205 209 Long watch'd the ftreaming fignal from the maft ; Till twilight's dewy tints deceiv'd his eye , And fairy forefts fring'd the evening sky . So Scotia's Queen , as flowly dawn'd the day , C 2 OF MEMORY . 23.
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... , Crush'd by her meagre hand , when welcom❜d from the sky . 345 Hark ! the bee winds her fmall but mellow horn , 19 Blithe to falute the funny smile of morn . O'er thymy downs fhe bends her busy course , And 32 THE PLEASURES.
... , Crush'd by her meagre hand , when welcom❜d from the sky . 345 Hark ! the bee winds her fmall but mellow horn , 19 Blithe to falute the funny smile of morn . O'er thymy downs fhe bends her busy course , And 32 THE PLEASURES.
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... sky , Derwent's clear mirror charm'd his dazzled Each ofier ifle , inverted on the wave , eye . Thro ' morn's gray mift its melting colours gave ; 24 231 And , o'er the cygnet's haunt , the mantling grove 56 THE PLEASURES.
... sky , Derwent's clear mirror charm'd his dazzled Each ofier ifle , inverted on the wave , eye . Thro ' morn's gray mift its melting colours gave ; 24 231 And , o'er the cygnet's haunt , the mantling grove 56 THE PLEASURES.
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... sky , And on the mufk - rofe fhed a deeper dye ; Save when a mild and momentary gleam 240 Glanc'd from the white foam of fome fhelter'd ftream . O'er the still lake the bell of evening toll'd , And on the moor the fhepherd penn'd his ...
... sky , And on the mufk - rofe fhed a deeper dye ; Save when a mild and momentary gleam 240 Glanc'd from the white foam of fome fhelter'd ftream . O'er the still lake the bell of evening toll'd , And on the moor the fhepherd penn'd his ...
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... 'er his foul ! In every nerve he felt her blest controul ! What pure and white - wing'd agents of the sky , 275 Who rule the fprings of facred fympathy , Inform congenial spirits when they meet ? Sweet is their OF MEMORY . 59.
... 'er his foul ! In every nerve he felt her blest controul ! What pure and white - wing'd agents of the sky , 275 Who rule the fprings of facred fympathy , Inform congenial spirits when they meet ? Sweet is their OF MEMORY . 59.
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Page 178 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear , A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 178 - A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, With merry peals shall...
Page 54 - And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle...
Page 163 - 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 21 - PROSPERO'S mysterious spell Drew every subject-spirit to his cell; Each, at thy call, advances or retires, As judgment dictates, or the scene inspires. Each thrills the seat of sense, that sacred source Whence the fine nerves direct their mazy course, And thro...
Page 87 - Ghent, and, after stopping there a few days, to indulge that tender and pleasing melancholy which arises in the mind of every man in the decline of life on visiting the place of his nativity and viewing the scenes and objects familiar to him in his early youth...
Page 159 - ... shore, As all its lessening turrets bluely fade ; He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more, And busy fancy fondly lends her aid. Ah ! now, each dear, domestic scene he knew...
Page 163 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 20 - Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Page 97 - HENCE, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence ! Thy chain of adamant can bind That little world, the human mind, And sink its noblest powers to impotence. Wake the lion's loudest roar, Clot his shaggy mane with gore, With flashing fury bid his eye-balls shine ; Meek is his savage, sullen soul, to thine ! Thy touch, thy deadening touch has steeled the breast, Whence, thro...