The Minstrel: Or, The Progress of Genius. In Two Books. With Some Other PoemsWilliam Durell, no. 106, Maiden-Lane, P. Heard, printer, 1802 - 124 من الصفحات |
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... alarms . V. Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn , Yet horror screams from his discordant throat . Rise , sons of harmony , and hail the morn , While warbling larks on russet pinions float : Or seek at noon the woodland scene ...
... alarms . V. Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn , Yet horror screams from his discordant throat . Rise , sons of harmony , and hail the morn , While warbling larks on russet pinions float : Or seek at noon the woodland scene ...
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... alarms ; Inflexible in faith ; invincible in arms . There is hardly an ancient ballad , or romance , wherein a Minstrel or Harper ap- pears , but he is characterised , by way of eminence , to have been " of the north countrie . " XII ...
... alarms ; Inflexible in faith ; invincible in arms . There is hardly an ancient ballad , or romance , wherein a Minstrel or Harper ap- pears , but he is characterised , by way of eminence , to have been " of the north countrie . " XII ...
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... alarm ? Perish the lore that deadens young desire ! Pursue , poor imp , th ' imaginary charm , Indulge gay Hope , and Fancy's pleasing fire : Fancy and Hope too soon shall of themselves expire . XXXII . When the long - sounding curfew ...
... alarm ? Perish the lore that deadens young desire ! Pursue , poor imp , th ' imaginary charm , Indulge gay Hope , and Fancy's pleasing fire : Fancy and Hope too soon shall of themselves expire . XXXII . When the long - sounding curfew ...
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... alarm the long night of the lonely grave , " Or check the headlong haste of Time's o'erwhelming wave . XXXV . " Ah , what avails it to have traced the springs , " That whirl of empire the stupendous wheel ! " Ah , what have I to do with ...
... alarm the long night of the lonely grave , " Or check the headlong haste of Time's o'erwhelming wave . XXXV . " Ah , what avails it to have traced the springs , " That whirl of empire the stupendous wheel ! " Ah , what have I to do with ...
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... cold desponding breath of Sloth to warm , The flame of Industry and Genius fan , And Emulation's noble rage alarm , And the long hours of Toil and Solitude to charm . LVIII . But she , who set on fire his THE MINSTREL . 73.
... cold desponding breath of Sloth to warm , The flame of Industry and Genius fan , And Emulation's noble rage alarm , And the long hours of Toil and Solitude to charm . LVIII . But she , who set on fire his THE MINSTREL . 73.
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الصفحة 19 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
الصفحة 15 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
الصفحة 124 - So breaks on the traveller faint and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of death, smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
الصفحة 19 - Stung with disease, and stupified with spleen ; Fain to implore the aid of flattery's screen, Even from thyself thy loathsome heart to hide (The mansion then no more of joy serene), Where fear, distrust, malevolence abide, And impotent desire, and disappointed pride...
الصفحة 26 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene» In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on ocean-wave serene The southern sun diffused his dazzling shene*.
الصفحة 31 - Or, when the setting Moon, in crimson dyed, Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep, To haunted stream, remote from man, he hied, Where fays of yore their revels wont to keep ; And there let Fancy rove at large, till sleep A vision brought to his entranced sight.
الصفحة 123 - Father of light,' then I cried, ' Thy creature, who fain would not wander from Thee : Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride : From doubt and from darkness Thou only canst free.
الصفحة 11 - HE design was, to trace the progress of a Poetical Genius, born in a rude age, from the first dawning of fancy and reason, till that period at which he may be supposed capable of appearing in the world as a MINSTREL...
الصفحة 21 - An honest heart was almost all his stock; His drink the living water from the rock: The milky dams supplied his board, and lent Their kindly fleece to baffle winter's shock ; And he, though oft with dust and sweat besprent, Did guide and guard their wanderings, wheresoe'er they went. xm From labour health, from health contentment springs : Contentment opes the source of every joy.
الصفحة 43 - Is there a heart that music cannot melt ? Alas ! how is that rugged heart forlorn ! Is there who ne'er those mystic transports felt Of solitude and melancholy born ? He needs not woo the Muse ; he is her scorn : The sophist's rope of cobweb he shall twine ; Mope o'er the schoolman's peevish page; or mourn, And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine ; Sneak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton swine.