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... live ! Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give . Thou first , best friend that Heaven assigns below , To sooth and sweeten all the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm , When nature fades , and life ...
... live ! Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give . Thou first , best friend that Heaven assigns below , To sooth and sweeten all the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm , When nature fades , and life ...
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... dropt our little store , And wept to think that little was no more , He breathed his prayer , " Long may such goodness live ! " ' Twas all he gave , ' twas all he had to give . Angels , when Mercy's mandate winged their flight , Had · 13.
... dropt our little store , And wept to think that little was no more , He breathed his prayer , " Long may such goodness live ! " ' Twas all he gave , ' twas all he had to give . Angels , when Mercy's mandate winged their flight , Had · 13.
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... live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . -But when the sons of peace and pleasure sleep , When only Sorrow wakes , and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my visionary mind With sighs so sweet , with transports so refined ...
... live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . -But when the sons of peace and pleasure sleep , When only Sorrow wakes , and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my visionary mind With sighs so sweet , with transports so refined ...
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... live , and dare to die , For this young FOSCARI , whose hapless fate Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate , When exile wore his blooming years away , To sorrow's long soliloquies a prey , h When reason , justice , vainly urged ...
... live , and dare to die , For this young FOSCARI , whose hapless fate Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate , When exile wore his blooming years away , To sorrow's long soliloquies a prey , h When reason , justice , vainly urged ...
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... lives ! Still the fond lover views the absent maid ; m And the lost friend still lingers in his shade ! Say why the pensive widow loves to weep , When on her knee she rocks her babe to sleep : Tremblingly still , she lifts his veil to ...
... lives ! Still the fond lover views the absent maid ; m And the lost friend still lingers in his shade ! Say why the pensive widow loves to weep , When on her knee she rocks her babe to sleep : Tremblingly still , she lifts his veil to ...
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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.