The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsThis is a traditional 18th century didactic poem in heroic couplets. |
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... hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees the fate of man Her dim horizon bounded to a span ; Or , if she hold an image to the view , ' Tis Nature pictured too severely true . With thee , sweet Hope ! resides the heavenly light 12 PLEASURES OF ...
... hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees the fate of man Her dim horizon bounded to a span ; Or , if she hold an image to the view , ' Tis Nature pictured too severely true . With thee , sweet Hope ! resides the heavenly light 12 PLEASURES OF ...
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... hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees the fate of man Her dim horizon bounded to a span ; Or , if she hold an image to the view , ' Tis Nature pictured too severely true . With thee , sweet Hope ! resides the heavenly light 1271 PLEASURES OF ...
... hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees the fate of man Her dim horizon bounded to a span ; Or , if she hold an image to the view , ' Tis Nature pictured too severely true . With thee , sweet Hope ! resides the heavenly light 1271 PLEASURES OF ...
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... hour , The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring ! What viewless forms th ' Æolian organ play , And 14 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... hour , The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring ! What viewless forms th ' Æolian organ play , And 14 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... hour , Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for power ; To thee the heart its trembling homage yields , On stormy floods , and carnage - cover'd fields , When front to front the banner'd hosts combine , Halt PLEASURES OF HOPE . 17.
... hour , Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for power ; To thee the heart its trembling homage yields , On stormy floods , and carnage - cover'd fields , When front to front the banner'd hosts combine , Halt PLEASURES OF HOPE . 17.
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... hour ! On yon proud height , with Genius hand in hand , I see thee light , and wave thy golden wand . " Go , child of Heav'n ! ( thy winged words proclaim ) ' Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of ...
... hour ! On yon proud height , with Genius hand in hand , I see thee light , and wave thy golden wand . " Go , child of Heav'n ! ( thy winged words proclaim ) ' Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of ...
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adamantine adieu afar ANTISTROPHE Arion bark beauty Beauty's blazing bleed bliss bosom bowers Brama's brave bright Briton brow cease charm charm'd child clime deed deep delight doom'd dread dust dust return earth eternal evermore faggots Fairman fate fire fond friendless Gilderoy glow hail hallow'd hand Hark Hast thou hath heart Heath Heaven heavenly Hindoo hour hurl'd isles life's light lingering lisps lonely Loxian lyre MEDEA Mercy midnight mingles mourn murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE numbers o'er pang parricide Peace pensive Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE poor dog Tray Prague PRINTED FOR LONGMAN proud rapture rocks sacred sapient scenes seraph shade shalt shore sigh slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit storm strings sublime sweep sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL trembling triumph Truth twas unfathom'd vale watch wave weep wheels wild winds wing wounded Hussar wrath wretch
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Page 32 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
Page 12 - ... glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Thus, with delight we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way, Thus, from afar, each dim-discovered scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been, And every form that Fancy can repair...
Page 15 - Now far he sweeps, where scarce a summer smiles, On Behring's rocks, or Greenland's naked isles : Cold on his midnight watch the breezes blow, From wastes that slumber in eternal snow ; And waft, across the waves' tumultuous roar, The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore.
Page 74 - Unfading HOPE ! when life's last embers burn, When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! . Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour ! Oh ! then, thy kingdom comes ! Immortal Power ! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye t Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day...
Page 49 - Could mock the groans of fellow-men, and bear The curse of kingdoms peopled with despair ! Could stamp disgrace on man's polluted name, And barter, with their gold, eternal shame ! But hark ! as bow'd to earth the Bramin kneels, From heavenly climes propitious thunder peals ! Of India's fate her guardian spirits tell, Prophetic murmurs breathing on the shell, And solemn sounds, that awe the listening mind, Roll on the azure paths of every wind.
Page 24 - The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, That never mused on sorrow but its own, Unlocks a generous store at thy command, Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's hand.
Page 34 - Oh ! sacred Truth ! thy triumph ceased a while, And HOPE, thy sister, ceased with thee to smile, When leagued Oppression poured to Northern wars Her whiskered...
Page 35 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name we wave the sword on high ! And swear for her to live ! with her to die...
Page 37 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world...
Page 28 - No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul ; but, ah ! more blest than he ! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love, at last, Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past — With many a smile my solitude repay, And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away.