PoemsE. Moxon, 1845 |
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... triumph flushed my breast ; This truth once known - To bless is to be blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet , his tresses silver - grey ) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt , And on his tale with ...
... triumph flushed my breast ; This truth once known - To bless is to be blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet , his tresses silver - grey ) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt , And on his tale with ...
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... triumph swell ? With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue Of summer - scents , that charmed her as she flew ? Hail , MEMORY , hail ! thy universal reign Guards the least link of Being's glorious chain . THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY . PART ...
... triumph swell ? With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue Of summer - scents , that charmed her as she flew ? Hail , MEMORY , hail ! thy universal reign Guards the least link of Being's glorious chain . THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY . PART ...
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... triumphs o'er despair ? Awake , arise ! with grateful fervour fraught , Go , spring the mine of elevating thought . He , who , thro ' Nature's various walk , surveys The good and fair her faultless line pourtrays ; Whose mind , profaned ...
... triumphs o'er despair ? Awake , arise ! with grateful fervour fraught , Go , spring the mine of elevating thought . He , who , thro ' Nature's various walk , surveys The good and fair her faultless line pourtrays ; Whose mind , profaned ...
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... triumphs of the mind , By truth illumined and by taste refined ? When age has quenched the eye and closed the ear , Still nerved for action in her native sphere , Oft will she rise - with searching glance pursue Some long - loved image ...
... triumphs of the mind , By truth illumined and by taste refined ? When age has quenched the eye and closed the ear , Still nerved for action in her native sphere , Oft will she rise - with searching glance pursue Some long - loved image ...
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... triumphs of the field displayed ; Usurped the canvass of the crowded hall , And chased a line of heroes from the wall . There slept the horn each jocund echo knew , And many a smile and many a story drew ! High o'er the hearth his ...
... triumphs of the field displayed ; Usurped the canvass of the crowded hall , And chased a line of heroes from the wall . There slept the horn each jocund echo knew , And many a smile and many a story drew ! High o'er the hearth his ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest blush Bossuet breathe bright called calm CANTO charm child Cicero clouds Columbus controul courser dark delight dream earth Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gate gaze gentle glory glows grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hour Household Deities Icarius inspire ITALIAN SONNET light live look mind musing night o'er once Pausanias Petrarch Plato pleasure rapture resigned rise round sacred sail SAMUEL ROGERS sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals stood STRATHFIELD sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL'S tomb virtue voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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Page 232 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 231 - I wis all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas, good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Page 225 - 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 224 - 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 230 - 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 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 hand 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 258 - 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 swell the breeze And point with taper spire to Heaven.
Page 276 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Page 233 - The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell ; And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly — pour A thousand melodies unheard before...
Page 129 - Twas the hour of day When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory opening in the west To golden climes and islands of the blest; And human voices, on the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there...