The Minstrel; Or, The Progress of Genius: in Two Books. With Some Other PoemsT. Gillet, 1797 - 120 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 25
... woes , The orphan - babes , and guardian uncle fierce . O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ! For sure , if aught of virtue last , or verse , To latest times shall tender souls bemoan Those ...
... woes , The orphan - babes , and guardian uncle fierce . O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ! For sure , if aught of virtue last , or verse , To latest times shall tender souls bemoan Those ...
الصفحة 42
... woes ! " Here Innocence may wander , safe from foes , " And Contemplation soar on seraph wings . " O Solitude , the man who thee foregoes , " When lucre lures him , or ambition stings , " Shall never know the source whence real grandeur ...
... woes ! " Here Innocence may wander , safe from foes , " And Contemplation soar on seraph wings . " O Solitude , the man who thee foregoes , " When lucre lures him , or ambition stings , " Shall never know the source whence real grandeur ...
الصفحة 88
... woes . The wars and woes of heroes six feet long Have oft resounded in Pierian song . Who has not heard of Colchos ' golden fleece , 88 THE BATTLE OF THE Pygmæo-gerano-machia: The Battle of the Pygmies and Cranes.
... woes . The wars and woes of heroes six feet long Have oft resounded in Pierian song . Who has not heard of Colchos ' golden fleece , 88 THE BATTLE OF THE Pygmæo-gerano-machia: The Battle of the Pygmies and Cranes.
الصفحة 89
... woes , And over Blackmore's Epic page to doze ? ' Tis I , who dare attempt unusual strains , Of hosts unsung , and unfrequented plains ; The small shrill trump , and chiefs of little size , And armies rushing down the darken'd skies ...
... woes , And over Blackmore's Epic page to doze ? ' Tis I , who dare attempt unusual strains , Of hosts unsung , and unfrequented plains ; The small shrill trump , and chiefs of little size , And armies rushing down the darken'd skies ...
الصفحة 98
James Beattie. Secure , for no alarming cranes molest , And all their woes in long oblivion rest : Down the deep dale , and narrow winding way , They foot it featly , ranged in ringlets gay : ' Tis joy and frolick all , where'er they ...
James Beattie. Secure , for no alarming cranes molest , And all their woes in long oblivion rest : Down the deep dale , and narrow winding way , They foot it featly , ranged in ringlets gay : ' Tis joy and frolick all , where'er they ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
abandon'd adorn afar alarms Ambition's Art thou artless balmy beams beauty bosom bower bramble breast charms cheek cherub cliffs clouds cranes dark dart death deep doom'd dread dream Edwin eternal falchion fame Fancy Fancy's Fate fire fled flies flowers foes forlorn gale gentle gleam glittering gloom glory glow Gothic grace groves hail hares heart heaven hope Indolence Lapland light lone lore lyre Macbeth mind MINSTREL mirth Mope morn mortal mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er o'er pangs peace POEMS pride PROGRESS OF GENIUS pursue pygmy rage rapture rills roam roam'd rolls Scaped scene seem'd serene shade sing smile song sooth soul spleen sprightly spring sting storm strain sublime sweet tale tear tempests thee thine thou toil trembling truth tumult Twas vale virtue voice wander warbling wave weary wild wind wings woes woodbine yonder youth
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الصفحة 7 - O, 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 ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy,...
الصفحة 120 - And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. 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 3 - 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 13 - 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...
الصفحة 71 - WHEN in the crimson cloud of even The lingering light decays, And Hesper on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays ; Deep in the silent vale, unseen, Beside a lulling stream, A pensive youth of placid mien Indulged this tender theme : " Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur piled High o'er the glimmering dale ; Ye woods, along whose windings wild Murmurs the solemn gale...
الصفحة 20 - O to thy cursed scream, discordant still, Let Harmony aye shut her gentle ear ! Thy boastful mirth let jealous rivals spill, Insult thy crest, and glossy pinions tear, And ever in thy dreams the ruthless fox appear ! XXXVII.
الصفحة 9 - 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.
الصفحة 11 - Dainties he heeded not, nor gaude, nor toy, Save one short pipe of rudest minstrelsy : Silent when glad ; affectionate, though shy ; And now his look was most demurely sad ; And now he laugh'd aloud, yet none knew why. The neighbours stared and sigh'd, yet bless'd the lad ; Some deem'd him wondrous wise, and some believed him mad.
الصفحة 16 - And be it so. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn : But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return? Is yonder wave the Sun's eternal bed ? Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn, And Spring shall soon her vital influence shed, Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead.
الصفحة 27 - Nor check'd the tender tear to Misery given; From Guilt's contagious power shall that protect, This soften and refine the soul for Heaven. But dreadful is their doom, whom doubt has driven To censure Fate, and pious Hope forego: Like yonder blasted boughs by lightning riven, Perfection, beauty, life, they never know, But frown on all that pass, a monument of woe.