The Pleasures of Memory,: With Other PoemsT. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, in the Strand., 1799 - 188 من الصفحات |
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... points its moral to the heart . That faithful monitor ' twas heav'n to hear ! When soft it spoke a promis'd pleasure near : And has its fober hand , its fimple chime , Forgot to trace the feather'd feet of Time ? 55 60 That maffive beam ...
... points its moral to the heart . That faithful monitor ' twas heav'n to hear ! When soft it spoke a promis'd pleasure near : And has its fober hand , its fimple chime , Forgot to trace the feather'd feet of Time ? 55 60 That maffive beam ...
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... points her flight ? Monarchs have gaz'd , and nations blefs'd the fight . Pile rocks on rocks , bid woods and mountains rise , Eclipse her native fhades , her native skies ; — ' Tis vain ! thro ' Ether's pathless wilds fhe OF MEMORY . 31.
... points her flight ? Monarchs have gaz'd , and nations blefs'd the fight . Pile rocks on rocks , bid woods and mountains rise , Eclipse her native fhades , her native skies ; — ' Tis vain ! thro ' Ether's pathless wilds fhe OF MEMORY . 31.
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... points the place , Her fainted fpirit moft delights to trace ? 180 Thus , with the manly glow of honest pride , 22 O'er his dead fon old ORMOND nobly figh'd . Thus , thro ' the gloom of SHENSTONE's fairy grove , MARIA'S urn ftill ...
... points the place , Her fainted fpirit moft delights to trace ? 180 Thus , with the manly glow of honest pride , 22 O'er his dead fon old ORMOND nobly figh'd . Thus , thro ' the gloom of SHENSTONE's fairy grove , MARIA'S urn ftill ...
الصفحة 88
... point of opening its gates to a base and barbarous enemy , a defign was formed to relieve it ; and the intelligence was conveyed to the citizens by a letter which was tied under the wing of a pigeon . THUANUS , lib . Iv . c . 5 . The ...
... point of opening its gates to a base and barbarous enemy , a defign was formed to relieve it ; and the intelligence was conveyed to the citizens by a letter which was tied under the wing of a pigeon . THUANUS , lib . Iv . c . 5 . The ...
الصفحة 101
... Points at the murderer's stab , and shudders by ; In every grove is felt a heavier gloom , That veils its genius from the vulgar eye ; The spirit of the water rides the ftorm , And , thro ' the mist , reveals the terrors of his form . I ...
... Points at the murderer's stab , and shudders by ; In every grove is felt a heavier gloom , That veils its genius from the vulgar eye ; The spirit of the water rides the ftorm , And , thro ' the mist , reveals the terrors of his form . I ...
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Æneid beſt bids bleft bluſh breaſt breath'd breathe burſts buſy cell charm chaſe Cicero clime cloſe controul courſe delight diſtant duſky facred fays fecret ferene fhade fhadowy fhall fhould figh filent firſt fleep flings flow fmile foft fome fond foon footh forrows foul fource fprings friendſhip ftill ftreaming fweet fwells glows grove gueſt hail happineſs heart heav'n Hence Hift honeft houſe hung imperial eagle Infpiration landſcape laſt light lov'd Maximian mind moft moſt mufing Muſe native NOTE o'er paffed pauſe penfive pleaſe pleaſure PLEASURES OF MEMORY purſued repoſe rife round rude ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſky ſmall ſmile ſphere ſpirit ſtart ſteals ſtill ſubject ſweet tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trace triumphs Twas uſe vale Verſe VESPASIAN vifions VIRGIL's tomb wake wave weep whiſper whofe Whoſe wild wing wiſh youth
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الصفحة 178 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear , A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
الصفحة 178 - A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, With merry peals shall...
الصفحة 54 - And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle...
الصفحة 163 - 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 21 - PROSPERO'S mysterious spell Drew every subject-spirit to his cell; Each, at thy call, advances or retires, As judgment dictates, or the scene inspires. Each thrills the seat of sense, that sacred source Whence the fine nerves direct their mazy course, And thro...
الصفحة 87 - Ghent, and, after stopping there a few days, to indulge that tender and pleasing melancholy which arises in the mind of every man in the decline of life on visiting the place of his nativity and viewing the scenes and objects familiar to him in his early youth...
الصفحة 159 - ... shore, As all its lessening turrets bluely fade ; He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more, And busy fancy fondly lends her aid. Ah ! now, each dear, domestic scene he knew...
الصفحة 163 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
الصفحة 20 - Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies.
الصفحة 97 - HENCE, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence ! Thy chain of adamant can bind That little world, the human mind, And sink its noblest powers to impotence. Wake the lion's loudest roar, Clot his shaggy mane with gore, With flashing fury bid his eye-balls shine ; Meek is his savage, sullen soul, to thine ! Thy touch, thy deadening touch has steeled the breast, Whence, thro...