The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With Lord Byron's English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Hours of Idleness |
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... numbers warmly pure , and sweetly strong : Who first on mountains wild , In Fancy , loveliest child , Thy babe , and Pleasure's , nursed the powers of song ! Thou , who with hermit heart Disdain'st the wealth of art , And gauds , and ...
... numbers warmly pure , and sweetly strong : Who first on mountains wild , In Fancy , loveliest child , Thy babe , and Pleasure's , nursed the powers of song ! Thou , who with hermit heart Disdain'st the wealth of art , And gauds , and ...
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... numbers mean ; For thou hast left her shrine , Nor olive more , nor vine , Shall gain thy feet to bless the servile scene . Though taste , though genius , bless To some divine excess , Faint's the cold work till thou inspire the whole ...
... numbers mean ; For thou hast left her shrine , Nor olive more , nor vine , Shall gain thy feet to bless the servile scene . Though taste , though genius , bless To some divine excess , Faint's the cold work till thou inspire the whole ...
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... numbers told ? How learn , delighted and amazed , What hands unknown that fabric raised ? E'en now , before his favour'd eyes , In Gothic pride it seems to rise ! Yet Grecia's graceful orders join , Majestic through the mix'd design ...
... numbers told ? How learn , delighted and amazed , What hands unknown that fabric raised ? E'en now , before his favour'd eyes , In Gothic pride it seems to rise ! Yet Grecia's graceful orders join , Majestic through the mix'd design ...
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... numbers , stealing through thy dark'ning vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit , As , musing slow , I hail Thy genial loved return ! For when thy folding - star arising shews His paly circlet , at his warning lamp The fragrant ...
... numbers , stealing through thy dark'ning vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit , As , musing slow , I hail Thy genial loved return ! For when thy folding - star arising shews His paly circlet , at his warning lamp The fragrant ...
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... at his side , Her soul - subduing voice applied , Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien , While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head . Thy numbers , Jealousy , to nought were fix'd , THE PASSIONS . 37.
... at his side , Her soul - subduing voice applied , Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien , While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head . Thy numbers , Jealousy , to nought were fix'd , THE PASSIONS . 37.
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Page 97 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Page 70 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 201 - And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. So breaks on the traveller, faint, and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
Page 81 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 35 - tis said, when all were fired, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound, And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each, for Madness ruled the hour, Would prove his own expressive power.
Page 97 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 96 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 99 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 70 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 80 - Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart...