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... the poet sleeps in silent dust , Still hold communion with the wise and just ! - a i 1 Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource ,. And bid the tear of emulation start ! TWILIGHT'S Soft dews steal o'er the village - green ,
... the poet sleeps in silent dust , Still hold communion with the wise and just ! - a i 1 Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource ,. And bid the tear of emulation start ! TWILIGHT'S Soft dews steal o'er the village - green ,
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... are fled ; yet still I linger here ! What secret charms this silent spot endear ? [ Mark yon old Mansion frowning thro ' the trees ,. TWILIGHT'S Soft dews steal o'er the village - green , SWEET MEMORY , wafted by thy gentle gale ,
... are fled ; yet still I linger here ! What secret charms this silent spot endear ? [ Mark yon old Mansion frowning thro ' the trees ,. TWILIGHT'S Soft dews steal o'er the village - green , SWEET MEMORY , wafted by thy gentle gale ,
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... O'er infant innocence to hang and weep , Murdered by ruffian hands , when smiling in its sleep . Ye Household Deities ! whose guardian eye Marked each pure thought , ere registered on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground ...
... O'er infant innocence to hang and weep , Murdered by ruffian hands , when smiling in its sleep . Ye Household Deities ! whose guardian eye Marked each pure thought , ere registered on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground ...
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... charm ; Thee would the Muse invoke ! -to thee belong The sage's precept , and the poet's song . What softened views thy magic glass reveals , When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals ! As when in ocean sinks the orb of day , 11.
... charm ; Thee would the Muse invoke ! -to thee belong The sage's precept , and the poet's song . What softened views thy magic glass reveals , When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals ! As when in ocean sinks the orb of day , 11.
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... sun - burnt face with 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 12.
... sun - burnt face with 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 12.
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Page 31 - 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 159 - 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 danced in twilight glade, The canzonet and roundelay Sung in the silent green-wood shade ; These simple joys, that never fail, Shall bind me to my native vale.
Page 133 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 63 - Ann Countess Dowager of Pembroke, &c. for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret, Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2d of April, 1616; in memory whereof she hath left an annuity of 41.
Page 8 - Long may the ruin spare its hallowed guest ! As jars the hinge, what sullen echoes call ! Oh, haste, unfold the hospitable hall ! That hall, where once, in antiquated state, The chair of justice held the grave debate...
Page 124 - 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 52 - When thy last look, ere thought and 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 inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth...
Page 21 - The intrepid Swiss, who guards a foreign shore, Condemned to climb his mountain-cliffs no more, If chance he hears the song so sweetly wild Which on those cliffs his infant hours beguiled, Melts at the long-lost scenes that round him rise, And sinks a martyr to repentant sighs.
Page 24 - 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 52 - Correct my views, and elevate my soul ; Grant me thy peace and purity of mind, Devout yet cheerful, active yet...