The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsJ. Mundell, 1800 - 136 pages |
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... brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , And hears thy ftormy mufic in the drum ! 100 And fuch thy ftrength - inspiring aid that bore The hardy Byron to his native shore- 1 In horrid climes , where ...
... brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , And hears thy ftormy mufic in the drum ! 100 And fuch thy ftrength - inspiring aid that bore The hardy Byron to his native shore- 1 In horrid climes , where ...
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... brow ? Shall War's polluted banner ne'er be furl'd ? Shall crimes and tyrants cease but with the world ? What are thy triumphs , facred Truth , belied ? 435 Why then hath Plato liv'd - or Sydney died ! 440 Ye fond adorers of departed ...
... brow ? Shall War's polluted banner ne'er be furl'd ? Shall crimes and tyrants cease but with the world ? What are thy triumphs , facred Truth , belied ? 435 Why then hath Plato liv'd - or Sydney died ! 440 Ye fond adorers of departed ...
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... now , With Freedom charter'd on his manly brow ! Faint , bleeding , bound , he weeps the night away , 515 And , when the fea - wind wafts the dewless day , Starts , with a bursting heart , for evermore To c iiij PLEASURES OF HOPE . 39.
... now , With Freedom charter'd on his manly brow ! Faint , bleeding , bound , he weeps the night away , 515 And , when the fea - wind wafts the dewless day , Starts , with a bursting heart , for evermore To c iiij PLEASURES OF HOPE . 39.
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... not own'd , with rapture - smitten frame , 5 The power of grace , the magic of a name ? There be , perhaps , who barren hearts avow , Cold as the rocks on Torneo's hoary brow ; There be , whofe loveless wisdom never fail'd , In Dij.
... not own'd , with rapture - smitten frame , 5 The power of grace , the magic of a name ? There be , perhaps , who barren hearts avow , Cold as the rocks on Torneo's hoary brow ; There be , whofe loveless wisdom never fail'd , In Dij.
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... brow , to rate What millions died - that Cæfar might be 4 great ! Or learn the fate that bleeding thousands bore , " 175 March'd by their Charles to Dneiper's fwampy fhore , Faint in his wounds , and fhivering in the blaft , The Swedish ...
... brow , to rate What millions died - that Cæfar might be 4 great ! Or learn the fate that bleeding thousands bore , " 175 March'd by their Charles to Dneiper's fwampy fhore , Faint in his wounds , and fhivering in the blaft , The Swedish ...
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afar anguiſh ANTISTROPHE Arion beauty Beauty's bleed bleft blifs bofom boſom bright Briton cauſe ceafe Ceaſe charm clime deed deep directs by Longman doom'd dread duft eternal evermore facred fate fcenes feven fhade fhall fhore fhrine figh filent fire Firſt flumber fmile fong foothe forrow foul fpirit friendlefs Friendſhip ftill ftorm ftream ftrings fublime fummer funk fweet fwell Gilderoy glow hand Hark hath heart Heav'n heav'nly Hindoo hopeleſs hour ifles laft laſt life's light Longman & Rees Loxian lyre MEDEA Mercy midnight mingles mufic murmur Muſe Nature Nature's Note numbers o'er paffion pang parricide Peace penfive pleaſures PLEASURES OF HOPE poor dog Tray pow'r rapture ſhakes ſhall ſhe ſhore ſky ſmile ſtar ſteep ſtorm ſweep ſweet ſword tears thee Thefe themſelves theſe thoſe thou thouſand trembling triumph vale vifions watch wave weep whofe whoſe wild winds Wiſdom wiſh
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Page 30 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time Sarmatia fell unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Page 21 - So speaks affection, ere the infant eye Can look regard, or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his...
Page 20 - Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul; but, ah! more blest than he! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love at last, Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past — With many a smile my solitude repay, And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away.
Page 34 - Tyrants ! in vain ye trace the wizard ring ; In vain ye limit Mind's unwearied spring : What ! can ye lull the winged winds asleep, Arrest the rolling world, or chain the deep ? No! — the wild wave contemns your...
Page 42 - Britons cross'd the Indian wave ? Ah, no ! — to more than Rome's ambition true, The Nurse of Freedom gave it not to you ! She the bold route of Europe's guilt began, And, in the march of nations, led the van...
Page 68 - When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Oh! then, thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day— Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin, And all the phoenix spirit burns within!
Page 21 - ... brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care, Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer, Or gazing, mutely pensive, sits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring HOPE the while At every artless tear, and every smile...
Page 3 - Aonian Muses say, When Man and Nature mourn'd their first decay | When every form of death, and every woe, Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; When Murder bared her arm, and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heaven again ; All, all forsook the friendless, guilty mind, But HOPE, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
Page 69 - Heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud. Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud ! While Nature hears, with terror-mingled trust, The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust ; And, like the trembling Hebrew...