PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1816 - 246 من الصفحات |
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... breast . 153 To the Gnat Written at Midnight A Wish . 154 .... 155 156 An Italian Song A Character ... ... . 158 159 An Inscription in the Crimea Written in the Highlands of Scotland 160 161 A Farewell 165 To the Butterfly 167 Written ...
... breast . 153 To the Gnat Written at Midnight A Wish . 154 .... 155 156 An Italian Song A Character ... ... . 158 159 An Inscription in the Crimea Written in the Highlands of Scotland 160 161 A Farewell 165 To the Butterfly 167 Written ...
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... breast . ' Twas here we chased the slipper by the sound ; And turned the blindfold hero round and round . ' Twas here , at eve , we formed our fairy ring ; And Fancy fluttered on her wildest wing . Giants and genii chained each ...
... breast . ' Twas here we chased the slipper by the sound ; And turned the blindfold hero round and round . ' Twas here , at eve , we formed our fairy ring ; And Fancy fluttered on her wildest wing . Giants and genii chained each ...
الصفحة 13
... breast ! This truth once known - To bless is to be blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet , his tresses silver - gray ) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt , And on his tale with mute attention dwelt ...
... breast ! This truth once known - To bless is to be blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet , his tresses silver - gray ) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt , And on his tale with mute attention dwelt ...
الصفحة 20
... tho ' the fiend's torpedo - touch arrest Each gentler , finer impulse of the breast ; Still shall this active principle preside , And wake the tear to Pity's self denied . The intrepid Swiss , that guards a foreign shore , 20.
... tho ' the fiend's torpedo - touch arrest Each gentler , finer impulse of the breast ; Still shall this active principle preside , And wake the tear to Pity's self denied . The intrepid Swiss , that guards a foreign shore , 20.
الصفحة 21
... parting tribute drew ? What claimed the sorrows of a last adieu ? The still retreats that soothed his tranquil breast Ere grandeur dazzled , and its cares oppressed , Undamped by time , the generous Instinct glows 1 1 21.
... parting tribute drew ? What claimed the sorrows of a last adieu ? The still retreats that soothed his tranquil breast Ere grandeur dazzled , and its cares oppressed , Undamped by time , the generous Instinct glows 1 1 21.
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age to age antient bids bless blest breast breathe bright Cacique calm CANTO charm clime Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dead deep delight desert shore dream echo Euripides father fear fled fond frown gaze glows grove hail hand heart heaven Hence Herrera hour human voice hung inspires Jacqueline light live Maximian melt MEMORY mighty Wind mind murmurs Muse night NOTE C. P. NOTE f NOTE g o'er once pensive pleasure rapture repose resigned rise rite round rude sacred sail says scene secret seraph shade shine shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song soon sooth sorrow soul sphere spirit spring steals sung sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vales VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wave weep whence wild wind wing youth
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الصفحة 31 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
الصفحة 159 - That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet danced in twilight glade, The canzonet and roundelay Sung in the silent green-wood shade ; These simple joys, that never fail, Shall bind me to my native vale.
الصفحة 133 - 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 63 - Ann Countess Dowager of Pembroke, &c. for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret, Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2d of April, 1616; in memory whereof she hath left an annuity of 41.
الصفحة 8 - Long may the ruin spare its hallowed guest ! As jars the hinge, what sullen echoes call ! Oh, haste, unfold the hospitable hall ! That hall, where once, in antiquated state, The chair of justice held the grave debate...
الصفحة 124 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
الصفحة 52 - 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 21 - The intrepid Swiss, who guards a foreign shore, Condemned to climb his mountain-cliffs no more, If chance he hears the song so sweetly wild Which on those cliffs his infant hours beguiled, Melts at the long-lost scenes that round him rise, And sinks a martyr to repentant sighs.
الصفحة 24 - Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn,' Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course. And many a stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confin'd!
الصفحة 52 - Correct my views, and elevate my soul ; Grant me thy peace and purity of mind, Devout yet cheerful, active yet...