PoemsT. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 - 295 pages |
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Page 64
... Moves in her virgin - veil the gentle bride . And once , alas , nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; When in dim chambers long black weeds are seen , And weepings heard where only joy has been ; When by ...
... Moves in her virgin - veil the gentle bride . And once , alas , nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; When in dim chambers long black weeds are seen , And weepings heard where only joy has been ; When by ...
Page 65
... move , or hear or see ; So like what once we were , and once again shall be ! And say , how soon , where , blithe as innocent , The boy at sun - rise carolled as he went , An aged pilgrim on his staff shall lean , Tracing in vain the ...
... move , or hear or see ; So like what once we were , and once again shall be ! And say , how soon , where , blithe as innocent , The boy at sun - rise carolled as he went , An aged pilgrim on his staff shall lean , Tracing in vain the ...
Page 68
... moves as in a heaven on earth ! Sun , moon , and stars - the land , the sea , the sky To him shine out as in a galaxy ! gone , But soon ' tis past - the light has died away ! With him it came ( it was not of the day ) And he himself ...
... moves as in a heaven on earth ! Sun , moon , and stars - the land , the sea , the sky To him shine out as in a galaxy ! gone , But soon ' tis past - the light has died away ! With him it came ( it was not of the day ) And he himself ...
Page 81
... moves , Fearful of wrong , in awe of whom he loves ! Their sacred presence who shall dare profane ? Who , when He slumbers , hope to fix a stain ? He lives a model in his life to show , That , when he dies and through the world they go ...
... moves , Fearful of wrong , in awe of whom he loves ! Their sacred presence who shall dare profane ? Who , when He slumbers , hope to fix a stain ? He lives a model in his life to show , That , when he dies and through the world they go ...
Page 87
... sophistry , ) With honest dignity , with manly sense , And every charm of natural eloquence , Like HAMPDEN struggling in his Country's cause , The first , the foremost to obey the laws , The last to brook oppression . On he moves , 87.
... sophistry , ) With honest dignity , with manly sense , And every charm of natural eloquence , Like HAMPDEN struggling in his Country's cause , The first , the foremost to obey the laws , The last to brook oppression . On he moves , 87.
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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...