PoemsT. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 - 295 pages |
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... blindfold hero round and round . ' Twas here , at eve , we formed our fairy ring ; And Fancy fluttered on her wildest wing . Giants and genii chained each wondering ear ; And orphan - sorrows drew the ready tear . Oft 8.
... blindfold hero round and round . ' Twas here , at eve , we formed our fairy ring ; And Fancy fluttered on her wildest wing . Giants and genii chained each wondering ear ; And orphan - sorrows drew the ready tear . Oft 8.
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... wing , Laden with sweets , the choicest of the spring ! How oft inscribed , with Friendship's votive rhyme , The bark now silvered by the touch of Time ; Soared in the swing , half pleased and half afraid , Thro ' sister elms that waved ...
... wing , Laden with sweets , the choicest of the spring ! How oft inscribed , with Friendship's votive rhyme , The bark now silvered by the touch of Time ; Soared in the swing , half pleased and half afraid , Thro ' sister elms that waved ...
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... wing ! Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire , As summer - clouds flash forth electric fire . And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth , Warm as the life , and with the mirror's truth . Hence home - felt pleasure prompts ...
... wing ! Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire , As summer - clouds flash forth electric fire . And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth , Warm as the life , and with the mirror's truth . Hence home - felt pleasure prompts ...
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... wing restrain , And mould the coinage of the fevered brain ? Pass but that grate , which scarce a gleam supplies , There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies ! He , whose arresting hand divinely wrought Each bold conception in the ...
... wing restrain , And mould the coinage of the fevered brain ? Pass but that grate , which scarce a gleam supplies , There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies ! He , whose arresting hand divinely wrought Each bold conception in the ...
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... wing the heath - cock rose , And blew his shrill blast o'er perennial snows ; Ere the rapt youth , recoiling from the roar , Gazed on the tumbling tide of dread Lodore ; And thro ' the rifted cliffs , that scaled the sky , Derwent's ...
... wing the heath - cock rose , And blew his shrill blast o'er perennial snows ; Ere the rapt youth , recoiling from the roar , Gazed on the tumbling tide of dread Lodore ; And thro ' the rifted cliffs , that scaled the sky , Derwent's ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest blush breathe bright called calm CANTO charm Cicero clouds Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dear delight desert shore dream Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gaze gentle glory glows grave grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hope and fear hour human voice hung Icarius inspire light live look mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once Petrarch pleasure rapture resigned rise round sacred sail sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals stood sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro Tigranes trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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Page 113 - Though Somnus in Homer be sent to rouse up Agamemnon, I find no such effects in these drowsy approaches of sleep. To keep our eyes open longer were but to act our antipodes. The huntsmen are up in America, and they are already past their first sleep in Persia.
Page 19 - And hence the charm historic scenes impart : Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.
Page 46 - Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! HUMAN LIFE.
Page 102 - Cabrieres which till then he neglected it is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself he tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects and humbles them at the instant makes them cry complain and repent yea even to hate their...
Page 105 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Page 107 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 102 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 28 - 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 51 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...
Page 199 - The ring-dove builds and murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager : The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange groves and myrtle bowers, 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...