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Auspicious Hope ! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil , a charm for every woe : Won by their sweets , in Nature's languid hour The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild - bee murmurs on the wing ...
Auspicious Hope ! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil , a charm for every woe : Won by their sweets , in Nature's languid hour The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild - bee murmurs on the wing ...
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... is still on Death's devoted soil , The march - worn soldier mingles for the toil ; As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , 12 CAMPBELL'S.
... is still on Death's devoted soil , The march - worn soldier mingles for the toil ; As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , 12 CAMPBELL'S.
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... toils , or solitary care , Unblest by visionary thoughts that stray To count the joys of Fortune's better day ! Lo , nature , life , and liberty relume The dim - eyed tenant of the dungeon gloom , A long - lost friend , or hapless child ...
... toils , or solitary care , Unblest by visionary thoughts that stray To count the joys of Fortune's better day ! Lo , nature , life , and liberty relume The dim - eyed tenant of the dungeon gloom , A long - lost friend , or hapless child ...
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Auspicious Hope ! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil , a charm for every woe : Won by their sweets , in Nature's languid hour The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild - bee murmurs on the wing ...
Auspicious Hope ! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil , a charm for every woe : Won by their sweets , in Nature's languid hour The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild - bee murmurs on the wing ...
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... is still on Death's devoted soil , The march - worn soldier mingles for the toil ; As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , 12 CAMPBELL'S.
... is still on Death's devoted soil , The march - worn soldier mingles for the toil ; As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , 12 CAMPBELL'S.
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adore afar beauty Beauty's behold blazing blest blood atone blooming bosom breathe breeze bright brow charm child Child of Heaven clime clouds deeds deep delight divine dread earth eternal Fancy fate fire fire of Heaven Freedom calls gaze Genesa Genius glow hail hand Hark hath heart Heaven heavenly hour light Loxian lyre MARK AKENSIDE MEMORY Mercy midnight mind mingles murmuring Muse native Nature Nature's northern wars o'er Ordain'd Peace pensive Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE proud rapture rocks rosy sacred Sarmatia scene shade shore sigh slumber smile smiling band song soothe sorrow soul spirit storm stream sublime sweep sweet sword tears thee thine thunder thy triumph toil trembling Truth Tumultuous tyrant unfathom'd vale Virtue wakes wandering warm watch watch the wheels wave weep wild Wilt thou winds wing woodland heights wretch youth
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Page 47 - Not in the feding echoes of Renown, Power's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flowery lap, The soul should find enjoyment : but from these Turning disdainful to an equal good, Through all the ascent of things enlarge her view, Till every bound at length should disappear, And infinite perfection close the scene.
Page 41 - From Heaven my strains begin; from Heaven descends The flame of genius to the human breast, And love and beauty, and poetic joy And inspiration. Ere the radiant Sun Sprang from the east, or 'mid the vault of night The Moon suspended her serener lamp ; Ere mountains, woods, or streams...
Page 19 - Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair? Then bind the palm, thy sage's brow to suit, Of blasted leaf and death-distilling fruit...
Page 47 - Mind, mind alone, (bear witness, Earth and Heaven !) The living fountains in itself contains Of beauteous and sublime : here, hand in hand, Sit paramount the Graces ; here enthroned, Celestial Venus, with divinest airs, Invites the soul to never-fading joy.
Page 1 - 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 2 - Yes ! thy proud lords, unpitied land ! shall see That man hath yet a soul — and dare be free ! A little while, along thy saddening plains, The starless night of Desolation reigns ; Truth shall restore the light by Nature given, And like Prometheus, bring the fire of Heaven ! Prone to the dust Oppression shall be hurled, Her name, her nature, withered from the world...
Page 1 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time Sarmatia fell unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...