PoemsT. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 - 295 pages |
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... silent dust , Still hold communion with the wise and just ! -- Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource , When thro ' the world it steals its secret course , Revive but once a generous wish supprest , Chase but a sigh , or ...
... silent dust , Still hold communion with the wise and just ! -- Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource , When thro ' the world it steals its secret course , Revive but once a generous wish supprest , Chase but a sigh , or ...
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... silent spot endear ? Mark yon old Mansion frowning thro ' the trees , Whose hollow turret wooes the whistling breeze . That casement , arched with ivy's brownest shade , First to these eyes the light of heaven conveyed . The mouldering ...
... silent spot endear ? Mark yon old Mansion frowning thro ' the trees , Whose hollow turret wooes the whistling breeze . That casement , arched with ivy's brownest shade , First to these eyes the light of heaven conveyed . The mouldering ...
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... silent awe , Her tattered mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore , Imps , in the barn with mousing owlet bred , From rifled roost at nightly revel fed ...
... silent awe , Her tattered mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore , Imps , in the barn with mousing owlet bred , From rifled roost at nightly revel fed ...
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... silent register ye live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . But when the sons of peace , of pleasure sleep , When only Sorrow wakes , and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my visionary mind With sighs so sweet , with ...
... silent register ye live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . But when the sons of peace , of pleasure sleep , When only Sorrow wakes , and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my visionary mind With sighs so sweet , with ...
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... silent energy of grief , With looks that asked , yet dared not hope relief , Want with her babes round generous Valour clung , To wring the slow surrender from his tongue , " Twas thine to animate her closing eye ; Alas ! ' twas thine ...
... silent energy of grief , With looks that asked , yet dared not hope relief , Want with her babes round generous Valour clung , To wring the slow surrender from his tongue , " Twas thine to animate her closing eye ; Alas ! ' twas thine ...
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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...