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... feels the infirmities of age , dwells most on whatever reminds him of the vigour and vivacity of his youth . The associating principle , as here employed , is no less conducive to virtue than to happiness ; and , as such , it frequently ...
... feels the infirmities of age , dwells most on whatever reminds him of the vigour and vivacity of his youth . The associating principle , as here employed , is no less conducive to virtue than to happiness ; and , as such , it frequently ...
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... feeling . It is in a calm and well - regulated mind that the Memory is most perfect ; and solitude is her best sphere of action . With this sentiment is introduced a Tale illustrative of her influence in solitude , sickness , and sorrow ...
... feeling . It is in a calm and well - regulated mind that the Memory is most perfect ; and solitude is her best sphere of action . With this sentiment is introduced a Tale illustrative of her influence in solitude , sickness , and sorrow ...
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... , can RAPHAEL's touch impart Those finer features of the feeling heart , Those tenderer tints that shun the careless eye , And in the world's contagious climate die ? She left the cave , nor marked the stranger there 44.
... , can RAPHAEL's touch impart Those finer features of the feeling heart , Those tenderer tints that shun the careless eye , And in the world's contagious climate die ? She left the cave , nor marked the stranger there 44.
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... feeling fled , A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave , Its hope in death , its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth , The still ... feel , when most alone ; 52.
... feeling fled , A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave , Its hope in death , its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth , The still ... feel , when most alone ; 52.
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Samuel Rogers. Thy pleasures most we feel , when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own . 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 ...
Samuel Rogers. Thy pleasures most we feel , when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own . 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 ...
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adieu age to age antient bids bless blest breast breathe bright Cacique calm CANTO cell charm clime Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dead deep delight desert shore dream echo Euripides father fear fled fond frown gaze glows grove hail hand heart heaven Hence Herrera hour human voice hung inspires Jacqueline light live Maximian melt MEMORY mighty Wind mind murmurs Muse night NOTE C. P. NOTE f o'er once pensive pleasure rapture reign repose rise rite round rude sacred sail says scene secret seraph shade shine shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song soon sooth sorrow soul sphere spirit spring steals sung sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vales VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wave weep whence wild wind wing youth
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Page 98 - Oh ! she was good as she was fair. None — none on earth above her ! As pure in thought as angels are, To know her was to love her. When little, and her eyes, her voice, Her every gesture said
Page 8 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! * Each stamps its image as the other flies. Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Brightens or fades; yet all, with magic art, Controul the latent fibres of the heart.
Page 32 - Than when the shades of time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land; And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle...
Page 116 - 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 150 - 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...
Page 65 - And cheaply circulates, through distant climes, The fairest relics of the purest times. Here from the mould to conscious being start Those finer forms, the miracles of art ; Here chosen gems, imprest on sulphur, shine, That slept for ages in a second mine ; And here the faithful graver dares to trace A Michael's grandeur, and a Raphael's grace ! Thy gallery, Florence, gilds my humble walls ; And my low roof the Vatican recalls...
Page 148 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.
Page 16 - Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn,' Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course. And many a stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confin'd!
Page 44 - A ming^d gleam of hope and triumph shed, What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave? The sweet Remembrance...
Page 16 - 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 perchance the first to die, > Crushed by her meagre hand when welcomed from j the sky.