The Poems of the Pleasures: Consisting of The Pleasures of Imagination, by Mark Akenside; The Pleasures of Memory, by Samuel Rogers; The Pleasures of Hope, by Thomas Campbell; The Pleasures of Friendship, by James M'Henry |
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... passion that is his theme ; nor is it true plea- sure it is loathsome indulgence that he celebrates . Sound judgment , therefore , will combine with good taste in rejecting the pretensions of Ovid's poem to be classified with the ...
... passion that is his theme ; nor is it true plea- sure it is loathsome indulgence that he celebrates . Sound judgment , therefore , will combine with good taste in rejecting the pretensions of Ovid's poem to be classified with the ...
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... passions , hate , grief , anger , fear , & c . , as well as love , joy , gratitude , hope , & c . , are capable of com- municating pleasing emotions . Thus the indulgence of grief for the death of a beloved object , imparts a ...
... passions , hate , grief , anger , fear , & c . , as well as love , joy , gratitude , hope , & c . , are capable of com- municating pleasing emotions . Thus the indulgence of grief for the death of a beloved object , imparts a ...
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... passions by which he can be actuated : - " Ask the faithful youth , Why the cold urn of her whom long he loved , So often fills his arms ; so often draws His lonely footsteps at the silent hour , To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ...
... passions by which he can be actuated : - " Ask the faithful youth , Why the cold urn of her whom long he loved , So often fills his arms ; so often draws His lonely footsteps at the silent hour , To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ...
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... passions , gently soothed away , Sink to divine repose , and love and joy Alone are waking ; love and joy serene As airs that fan the summer . O ! attend , Whoe'er thou art , whom these delights can touch , OF IMAGINATION . 51 19.
... passions , gently soothed away , Sink to divine repose , and love and joy Alone are waking ; love and joy serene As airs that fan the summer . O ! attend , Whoe'er thou art , whom these delights can touch , OF IMAGINATION . 51 19.
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... , As on a boundless theatre , to run The great career of justice ; to exalt His generous aim to all diviner deeds ; To chase each partial purpose from his breast , And through the mists of passion and of sense , 52 THE PLEASURES.
... , As on a boundless theatre , to run The great career of justice ; to exalt His generous aim to all diviner deeds ; To chase each partial purpose from his breast , And through the mists of passion and of sense , 52 THE PLEASURES.
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admiration Akenside bard beauty behold blest blooming blooming store bosom breast breath bright Campbell charms clime deeds delight divine earth eternal fair fancy fancy's feelings fire flow fond frame Genesa genius glow grief hand hath heart heaven honours hour images immortal inspiration labour light live Loxian lyre MARK AKENSIDE metaphysical poets mind mortal murmuring muse nature nature's ne'er numbers o'er passions pensive pleasing Pleasures of Friendship Pleasures of Hope PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION Pleasures of Memory poem poet poetical poetry praise rapture sacred SAMUEL ROGERS scene seraph shade siege of Haarlem sigh smile smiling band song soothe sorrow soul spirit spring strains stream sublime sweet taste tears thee THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought toil trembling triumph truth Twas University of Bonn vale verse virtue warm wave wild winds wing wisdom wonder wretched youth
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Page 120 - Refine at length, and every passion wears A chaster, milder, more attractive mien. But if to ampler prospects, if to gaze On nature's form, where, negligent of all These lesser graces, she assumes the port Of that eternal majesty that weigh'd The world's foundations, if to these the mind Exalts her daring eye; then mightier far Will be the change, and nobler.
Page 266 - Eternal Hope ! when yonder spheres sublime Pealed their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have...
Page 27 - It is this sense which furnishes the imagination with its ideas ; so that by ' the pleasures of the imagination,' or ' fancy' (which I shall use promiscuously), I here mean such as arise from visible objects, either when we have them actually in our view, or when we call up their ideas into our minds by paintings, statues, descriptions, or any the like occasion.
Page 233 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...
Page 48 - And wisdom's mien celestial. From the first Of days, on them his love divine he fix'd, His admiration : till in time complete, What he admir'd and lov'd, his vital smile Unfolded into being. Hence the breath Of life informing each organic frame, Hence the green earth, and wild resounding waves, Hence light and shade alternate ; warmth and cold ; And clear autumnal skies, and vernal showers, And all the fair variety of things.
Page 223 - Know not a trace of Nature but the form; Yet, at thy call, the hardy tar pursued, Pale, but intrepid, sad, but unsubdued...
Page 147 - 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 ; Whose dark eyes flashed through locks of blackest shade, When in the breeze the distant watch-dog bayed : — And heroes fled the Sibyl's muttered call, Whose elfin prowess scaled the orchard wall.
Page 62 - Wheeling unshaken through the void immense ; And speak, O man ! does this capacious scene With half that kindling majesty dilate Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose Refulgent from the stroke of Caesar's fate, Amid the crowd of patriots ; and his arm Aloft extending, like eternal Jove When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel, And bade the father of his country hail ? For lo ! the tyrant prostrate on the dust, And Rome again is free...
Page 52 - Through fields of air, pursues the flying storm ; Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or yoked with whirlwinds and the northern blast, Sweeps the long tract of day. Then high she soars The blue profound, and hovering round the sun, Beholds him pouring the redundant stream Of light ; beholds his unrelenting sway Bend the reluctant planets to absolve The fated rounds of time.
Page 39 - To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ? Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour...