PoemsT. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 - 295 pages |
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... born , and to which he would never add any embellishment ; ne quid scilicet oculorum consuetudini deperiret . SUET . in Vit . Vesp . cap . ii . A similar instance occurs in the life of the venerable Pertinax , as related by J ...
... born , and to which he would never add any embellishment ; ne quid scilicet oculorum consuetudini deperiret . SUET . in Vit . Vesp . cap . ii . A similar instance occurs in the life of the venerable Pertinax , as related by J ...
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... Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth , the azure sky admire . Of Elfin - size - for ever as we run , We cast a longer shadow in the sun ! And now a charm , and now a grace is won ! We grow in stature ...
... Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth , the azure sky admire . Of Elfin - size - for ever as we run , We cast a longer shadow in the sun ! And now a charm , and now a grace is won ! We grow in stature ...
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... born , by many a pang endeared . And now the mother's ear has caught his cry ; Oh grant the cherub to her asking eye ! He comes ... she clasps him . To her bosom pressed , He drinks the balm of life , and drops to rest . Her by her ...
... born , by many a pang endeared . And now the mother's ear has caught his cry ; Oh grant the cherub to her asking eye ! He comes ... she clasps him . To her bosom pressed , He drinks the balm of life , and drops to rest . Her by her ...
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... born holds forth , their darling boy , With smiles how sweet , how full of love and joy , To meet him coming ; theirs through every year Pure transports , such as each to each endear ! And laughing eyes and laughing voices fill Their ...
... born holds forth , their darling boy , With smiles how sweet , how full of love and joy , To meet him coming ; theirs through every year Pure transports , such as each to each endear ! And laughing eyes and laughing voices fill Their ...
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... born to suffer . On the door Sickness has set her mark ; and now no more Laughter within we hear , or wood - notes wild As of a mother singing to her child . All now in anguish from that room retire , Where a young cheek glows with ...
... born to suffer . On the door Sickness has set her mark ; and now no more Laughter within we hear , or wood - notes wild As of a mother singing to her child . All now in anguish from that room retire , Where a young cheek glows with ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest blush breathe bright called calm CANTO charm Cicero clouds Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dear delight desert shore dream Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gaze gentle glory glows grave grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hope and fear hour human voice hung Icarius inspire light live look mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once Petrarch pleasure rapture resigned rise round sacred sail sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals stood sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro Tigranes trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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Page 113 - Though Somnus in Homer be sent to rouse up Agamemnon, I find no such effects in these drowsy approaches of sleep. To keep our eyes open longer were but to act our antipodes. The huntsmen are up in America, and they are already past their first sleep in Persia.
Page 19 - And hence the charm historic scenes impart : Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.
Page 46 - Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! HUMAN LIFE.
Page 102 - 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 105 - 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 107 - 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 102 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 28 - 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.
Page 51 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...
Page 199 - 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...