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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الصفحة 22
... bowers , their mansions now forsake ? " Ah ! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought ? " For now the storm howls mournful through the brake , " And the dead foliage flies in many a shapeless flake . * Brightness , splendour . The word ...
... bowers , their mansions now forsake ? " Ah ! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought ? " For now the storm howls mournful through the brake , " And the dead foliage flies in many a shapeless flake . * Brightness , splendour . The word ...
الصفحة 28
... bowers advance ; The little warriors doff the targe and spear , And loud enlivening strains provoke the dance . They meet , they dart away , they wheel askance ; To right , to left , they thrid the flying maze ; Now bound aloft with ...
... bowers advance ; The little warriors doff the targe and spear , And loud enlivening strains provoke the dance . They meet , they dart away , they wheel askance ; To right , to left , they thrid the flying maze ; Now bound aloft with ...
الصفحة 30
... drowsy hour ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings ; Deep mourns the turtle.in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tour . XL . O Nature , how in every charm supreme 30 THE MINSTREL .
... drowsy hour ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings ; Deep mourns the turtle.in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tour . XL . O Nature , how in every charm supreme 30 THE MINSTREL .
الصفحة 47
... bower , Some tints of transient beauty may disclose ; But soon it withers in the chilling hour . Mark yonder oaks ! Superior to the power Of all the warring winds of heaven they rise , And from the stormy promontory tower , And toss ...
... bower , Some tints of transient beauty may disclose ; But soon it withers in the chilling hour . Mark yonder oaks ! Superior to the power Of all the warring winds of heaven they rise , And from the stormy promontory tower , And toss ...
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... bower , " Amusement , knowledge , wisdom thou may'st gain : " If I one soul improve , I have not lived in vain . ” XXXIII . And now , at length , to Edwin's ardent gaze The Muse of history unrolls her page ; But few , alas ! the scenes ...
... bower , " Amusement , knowledge , wisdom thou may'st gain : " If I one soul improve , I have not lived in vain . ” XXXIII . And now , at length , to Edwin's ardent gaze The Muse of history unrolls her page ; But few , alas ! the scenes ...
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adorn afar alarm Ambition's Art thou artless balmy beams beauty bosom bower charms cheek cherub cliffs climes clouds cranes dark dart deep doom'd dread dream dust Edwin eternal falchion fame Fancy Fate fled flies flowers foes forlorn gale gentle gleam glittering gloom glory glow Gothic lyre grace groves hail hares heart heaven hoary hope Indolence Innocence Lapland LENOX LIBRARY lone lore Macbeth mind MINSTREL mirth Mope morn mortal mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er never o'er pangs path peace pomp pride PROGRESS OF GENIUS pygmy rage rapture rills roam roam'd rolls scape scene seem'd serene shade smile song sooth soul spleen sprightly springs sting storm strain sublime swain sweet tale tears tempests thee thine thou toil trembling truth tumult vale virtue voice wander warbling weary Whate'er wild wind wings woes yonder YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
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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.