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... live ! Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give . Thou first , best friend that Heaven assigns below , To sooth and sweeten all the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm , When nature fades , and life ...
... live ! Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give . Thou first , best friend that Heaven assigns below , To sooth and sweeten all the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm , When nature fades , and life ...
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... live ! " ' Twas all he gave , ' twas all he had to give . Angels , when Mercy's mandate winged their flight , Had stopt to dwell with pleasure on the sight . But hark ! thro ' those old firs , with sullen swell , The church - clock ...
... live ! " ' Twas all he gave , ' twas all he had to give . Angels , when Mercy's mandate winged their flight , Had stopt to dwell with pleasure on the sight . But hark ! thro ' those old firs , with sullen swell , The church - clock ...
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... live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . But when the sons of peace , of pleasure sleep , When only Sorrow wakes , and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my visionary mind With sighs so sweet , with transports so refined ...
... live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . But when the sons of peace , of pleasure sleep , When only Sorrow wakes , and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my visionary mind With sighs so sweet , with transports so refined ...
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... prompts the Patriot's sigh ; This makes him wish to live , and dare to die . For this young FOSCARI , whose hapless fate Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate , D When exile wore his blooming years away , To sorrow's 17.
... prompts the Patriot's sigh ; This makes him wish to live , and dare to die . For this young FOSCARI , whose hapless fate Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate , D When exile wore his blooming years away , To sorrow's 17.
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... live in a little town ; and I chuse to live there , lest it should become still less . " P. 17 , 1. 27 . Vit . Demosth . For this young FOSCARI , & c . He was suspected of murder , and at Venice sus- picion was good evidence . Neither ...
... live in a little town ; and I chuse to live there , lest it should become still less . " P. 17 , 1. 27 . Vit . Demosth . For this young FOSCARI , & c . He was suspected of murder , and at Venice sus- picion was good evidence . Neither ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest blush breathe bright called calm CANTO charm Cicero clouds Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dear delight desert shore dream Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gaze gentle glory glows 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 reign rise round sacred sail sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals stood sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro Tigranes trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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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...