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... fire . And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth , Warm as the life , and with the mirror's truth . Hence home - felt pleasure prompts the Patriot's sigh ; f This makes him wish to live , and dare to die . For this FOSCARI ...
... fire . And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth , Warm as the life , and with the mirror's truth . Hence home - felt pleasure prompts the Patriot's sigh ; f This makes him wish to live , and dare to die . For this FOSCARI ...
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... fire , When , richly bronz'd by many a summer - sun , He counts his scars , and tells what deeds were done . Go , with old Thames , view Chelsea's glorious pile ; And ask the shatter'd hero , whence his smile ? Go , view the splendid ...
... fire , When , richly bronz'd by many a summer - sun , He counts his scars , and tells what deeds were done . Go , with old Thames , view Chelsea's glorious pile ; And ask the shatter'd hero , whence his smile ? Go , view the splendid ...
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... He wore the rustic manners of a ' Squire ; Age had not quench'd one spark of manly fire ; But giant Gout had bound him in her chain , And his heart panted for the chase in vain . Yet here Remembrance , sweetly - soothing power ! Wing'd 57.
... He wore the rustic manners of a ' Squire ; Age had not quench'd one spark of manly fire ; But giant Gout had bound him in her chain , And his heart panted for the chase in vain . Yet here Remembrance , sweetly - soothing power ! Wing'd 57.
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... fire ! To die is to be blest : f She clasps her lord to part no more , And , sighing , sinks ! but sinks to soar . O'ershadowing Scotia's desert coast , The Sisters sail in dusky state , And , wrapt in clouds , in tempests tost , 140.
... fire ! To die is to be blest : f She clasps her lord to part no more , And , sighing , sinks ! but sinks to soar . O'ershadowing Scotia's desert coast , The Sisters sail in dusky state , And , wrapt in clouds , in tempests tost , 140.
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... fire ; Start at each blue , portentous blaze , Each flame that flits with adverse spire . But say , what sounds my ear invade From Delphi's venerable shade ? The temple rocks , the laurel waves ! " The God ! the God ! " the Sybil cries ...
... fire ; Start at each blue , portentous blaze , Each flame that flits with adverse spire . But say , what sounds my ear invade From Delphi's venerable shade ? The temple rocks , the laurel waves ! " The God ! the God ! " the Sybil cries ...
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adieu Æneid bee-hives bend bids blest blush BOILEAU breast breath'd breathe calm cell charm charm'd Chas'd Cicero clime clouds confest controul coursers delight dreams dusky 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 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 rever'd rise round rude sacred scene seraphic shade shadowy shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sooth soul sphere spirit spring steals Stothard stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trac'd trace trembling triumphs truth Twas twilight vale Venice VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb Virtue wake wave weep wild wing youth
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Page 171 - 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 30 - 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 157 - OH ! that the Chemist's magic art 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 die rays of Virtue shine; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 172 - 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. 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.
Page 167 - The ring-dove builds and murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager : The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet...
Page 92 - ... the several degrees of angels may probably have larger views, and some of them be endowed with capacities able to retain together, and constantly set before them, as in one picture, all their past knowledge at once.
Page 66 - 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 66 - Hail, MEMORY, hail ! in thy exhaustless mine From age to age unnumbered treasures shine ! Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey, And Place and Time are subject to thy sway ! Thy pleasures most we feel, when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own.
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.
Page 12 - Marked each pure thought, ere registered on high ; Still, still ye walk the consecrated ground, And breathe the soul of Inspiration round.