The Pleasures of Memory, with Other PoemsThomas Bensley, 1801 - 187 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 11
... echoes call ! Oh haste , unfold the hospitable hall ! That hall , where once , in antiquated state , The chair of justice held the grave debate . Now stain'd with dews , with cobwebs darkly hung , Oft has its roof with peals of rapture ...
... echoes call ! Oh haste , unfold the hospitable hall ! That hall , where once , in antiquated state , The chair of justice held the grave debate . Now stain'd with dews , with cobwebs darkly hung , Oft has its roof with peals of rapture ...
الصفحة 58
... slept the horn each jocund echo knew , And many a smile and many a story drew ! High o'er the hearth his forest - trophies hung , And their fantastic branches wildly flung . How would he dwell on each vast antler there ! 58.
... slept the horn each jocund echo knew , And many a smile and many a story drew ! High o'er the hearth his forest - trophies hung , And their fantastic branches wildly flung . How would he dwell on each vast antler there ! 58.
الصفحة 113
... echoes , ambush'd at my gate , Catch the blest accents of the wise and great . Vain of its various page , no Album breathes The sigh that Friendship , or the Muse bequeaths . I Yet some good Genii o'er my hearth preside , Oft 113.
... echoes , ambush'd at my gate , Catch the blest accents of the wise and great . Vain of its various page , no Album breathes The sigh that Friendship , or the Muse bequeaths . I Yet some good Genii o'er my hearth preside , Oft 113.
الصفحة 144
... Echo , wake and catch the song , Oh catch it , ere it dies ! The Sybil speaks , the dream is o'er , The holy harpings charm no more . In vain she checks the God's controul ; His madding spirit fills her frame , And moulds the features ...
... Echo , wake and catch the song , Oh catch it , ere it dies ! The Sybil speaks , the dream is o'er , The holy harpings charm no more . In vain she checks the God's controul ; His madding spirit fills her frame , And moulds the features ...
الصفحة 147
... ! Truth proclaims , thy triumphs cease : Her heav'nly form , with glowing hand , Benignly points to piety and peace . Flush'd with youth , her looks impart Each fine feeling as it flows ; Her voice the echo of her heart , Pure as 147.
... ! Truth proclaims , thy triumphs cease : Her heav'nly form , with glowing hand , Benignly points to piety and peace . Flush'd with youth , her looks impart Each fine feeling as it flows ; Her voice the echo of her heart , Pure as 147.
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adieu Æneid bee-hives bids blest blush breast breath'd breathe bright calm cell charm charm'd Chas'd Cicero clime clouds confest controul coursers delight dreams dusky dwell echoes faded Fancy's feeling fled flings flows fond gale gaz'd gilds glows Gout grove hail hanging wood Hark heart Heath heav'n Hence Hist hues hung inspires iron tongue light lisp live lov'd lustre magic Maximian melts mind mould Muse native NAVARRE night NOTE C. P. NOTE f o'er pensive PLEASURES OF MEMORY PLUT rapture resign'd rise round rude sacred scene seraphic shade shadowy shed shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sooth soul sphere spirit spring steals Stothard sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas twilight vale vengeance rise Venice VESPASIAN Virtue wake wave weep wild wing youth
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الصفحة 65 - 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 ! SAMUEL ROGERS.
الصفحة 28 - Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more, His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each, With that mute eloquence which passes speech.— And see, the master but returns to die! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth, The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth, These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave, Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.
الصفحة 15 - To soothe and sweeten all the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm, When nature fades and life forgets to charm; Thee would the Muse invoke! — to thee belong The sage's precept and the poet's song. What softened views thy magic glass reveals, When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals!
الصفحة 157 - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, — That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
الصفحة 152 - Still, still he views the parting look she gave. Her gentle spirit, lightly hovering o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And, when the beating billows round him roar, Whispers sweet hope to soothe his troubled soul. Carved is her name in many a spicy grove, In many a plantain-forest, waving wide ; Where dusky youths in painted plumage rove, And giant palms o'er-arch the golden tide.
الصفحة 20 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! * Each stamps its image as the other flies. Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Brightens or fades; yet all, with magic art, Controul the latent fibres of the heart.
الصفحة 178 - She sports her lovely face at public places ; And with blue, laughing eyes, behind her fan, First acts her part with that great actor, MAN. Too soon a flirt, approach her and she flies...
الصفحة 64 - 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...
الصفحة 163 - Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey, From desert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud, And as the echoing cliffs reply, The huts peep o'er the morning cloud, Perch'd, like an eagle's nest, on high. THE BOY OF EOREMOND. " Say, what remains when Hope is fled*'' She answer'd, " Endless weeping !" For in the herdsman's eye she read Who in his shroud lay sleeping.
الصفحة 14 - Childhood's loved group revisits every scene, — The tangled wood-walk, and the tufted green. Indulgent MEMORY wakes, and, lo, they live, Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give.