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As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , What fond illusions swarm in every grove ! How oft , when purple evening tinged the west , We watched the emmet to her grainy nest ; Welcomed the wild - bee home on weary wing , Laden with ...
As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , What fond illusions swarm in every grove ! How oft , when purple evening tinged the west , We watched the emmet to her grainy nest ; Welcomed the wild - bee home on weary wing , Laden with ...
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... recesses of the past , O'er dusky forms in chains of slumber cast ; With giant - 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 ...
... recesses of the past , O'er dusky forms in chains of slumber cast ; With giant - 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 ...
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Thus , thro ' the gloom of SHENSTONE's fairy - 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 ...
Thus , thro ' the gloom of SHENSTONE's fairy - 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 ...
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Oft at the silent , shadowy close of day , When the hushed grove has sung its parting lay ; When pensive Twilight , in her dusky car , Comes slowly on to meet the evening - star ; Above , below , a๋rial murmurs swell , From hanging wood ...
Oft at the silent , shadowy close of day , When the hushed grove has sung its parting lay ; When pensive Twilight , in her dusky car , Comes slowly on to meet the evening - star ; Above , below , a๋rial murmurs swell , From hanging wood ...
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Each osier isle , inverted on the wave , Thro ' morn's grey mist its melting colours gave ; And , o'er the cygnet's haunt , the mantling grove Its emerald arch with wild luxuriance wove . Light as the breeze that brushed the orient dew ...
Each osier isle , inverted on the wave , Thro ' morn's grey mist its melting colours gave ; And , o'er the cygnet's haunt , the mantling grove Its emerald arch with wild luxuriance wove . Light as the breeze that brushed the orient dew ...
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Page 197 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ! A beehive'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 181 - Could crystallize this sacred treasure ! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from CHLOE'S eye ; Then, trembling, left its coral cell — The spring of Sensibility ! 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 44 - 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 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 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 - Cabrieres which till then he neglected it is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself he tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects and humbles them at the instant makes them cry complain and repent yea even to hate their...
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 hands the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.
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 77 - Then before All they stand — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light, Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Page 35 - Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace! 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...
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| Title | Poems, Volume 2 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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