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... Turns on the neighbouring hill , once more to see The dear abode of peace and privacy ; And as he turns , the thatch among the trees , The smoke's blue wreaths ascending with the breeze , ( The village - common spotted white with sheep ...
... Turns on the neighbouring hill , once more to see The dear abode of peace and privacy ; And as he turns , the thatch among the trees , The smoke's blue wreaths ascending with the breeze , ( The village - common spotted white with sheep ...
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... now been con- sidered , so far as it relates to man and the animal world , the Poem concludes with a conjecture that superior beings are blest with a nobler exercise of this faculty ! Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail 30.
... now been con- sidered , so far as it relates to man and the animal world , the Poem concludes with a conjecture that superior beings are blest with a nobler exercise of this faculty ! Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail 30.
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Samuel Rogers. 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 . Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius , and refines ...
Samuel Rogers. 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 . Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius , and refines ...
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Samuel Rogers. But the fond fool , when evening shades the sky , Turns but to start , and gazes but to sigh ! Z The weary waste , that lengthened as he ran , Fades to a blank , and dwindles to a span ! Ah ! who can tell the triumphs of ...
Samuel Rogers. But the fond fool , when evening shades the sky , Turns but to start , and gazes but to sigh ! Z The weary waste , that lengthened as he ran , Fades to a blank , and dwindles to a span ! Ah ! who can tell the triumphs of ...
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Samuel Rogers. de legum at NOTE Z. P. 38 , 1. 2 . Turns but to start , and gazes but to sigh ! The following stanzas are said to have been written on a blank leaf of this Poem . They present so affecting a reverse of the picture , that I ...
Samuel Rogers. de legum at NOTE Z. P. 38 , 1. 2 . Turns but to start , and gazes but to sigh ! The following stanzas are said to have been written on a blank leaf of this Poem . They present so affecting a reverse of the picture , that I ...
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age to age antient bids bless blest breast breathe bright Cacique calm CANTO 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 NOTE g o'er once pensive pleasure rapture repose resigned 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 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...