PoemsE. Moxon, 1845 |
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... young FOSCARI , whose hapless fate Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate , When exile wore his blooming years away , To sorrow's long soliloquies a prey , When reason , justice , vainly urged his cause , For this he roused her ...
... young FOSCARI , whose hapless fate Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate , When exile wore his blooming years away , To sorrow's long soliloquies a prey , When reason , justice , vainly urged his cause , For this he roused her ...
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... young vigour wheels the pasture round . Oft has the aged tenant of the vale Leaned on his staff to lengthen out the tale ; Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breathed , From sire to son with pious zeal bequeathed . When o'er the ...
... young vigour wheels the pasture round . Oft has the aged tenant of the vale Leaned on his staff to lengthen out the tale ; Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breathed , From sire to son with pious zeal bequeathed . When o'er the ...
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... young Adventurer flew ; And day's last sunshine slept along the shore , When lo , a path the smile of welcome wore . Imbowering shrubs with verdure veiled the sky , And on the musk - rose shed a deeper die ; Save when a bright and ...
... young Adventurer flew ; And day's last sunshine slept along the shore , When lo , a path the smile of welcome wore . Imbowering shrubs with verdure veiled the sky , And on the musk - rose shed a deeper die ; Save when a bright and ...
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... October 1764 , as I sat musing there , while the bare - footed fryars were singing vespers in the Temple of Jupiter , that the idea first started to my mind . " - Memoirs of my Life . E Page 17 , line 5 . For this young FOSCARI 49.
... October 1764 , as I sat musing there , while the bare - footed fryars were singing vespers in the Temple of Jupiter , that the idea first started to my mind . " - Memoirs of my Life . E Page 17 , line 5 . For this young FOSCARI 49.
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Samuel Rogers. Page 17 , line 5 . For this young FOSCARI , & c . He was suspected of murder , and at Venice suspicion was good evidence . Neither the interest of the Doge , his father , nor the intrepidity of conscious innocence , which ...
Samuel Rogers. Page 17 , line 5 . For this young FOSCARI , & c . He was suspected of murder , and at Venice suspicion was good evidence . Neither the interest of the Doge , his father , nor the intrepidity of conscious innocence , which ...
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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...