PoemsT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1816 - 246 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 41
... land ; And , with a brother's warmth , a brother's smile , The stranger greets each native of his isle ; So scenes of life , when present and confest , Stamp but their bolder features on the breast ; ( Yet not an image , when remotely ...
... land ; And , with a brother's warmth , a brother's smile , The stranger greets each native of his isle ; So scenes of life , when present and confest , Stamp but their bolder features on the breast ; ( Yet not an image , when remotely ...
الصفحة 54
... alluded to . When the Canadian Indians were once solicited to emigrate , " What ! " they replied , " shall we say to the bones of our fathers , Arise , and go with us into a foreign land ? " NOTE d . P. 17 , 1. 15 . So.
... alluded to . When the Canadian Indians were once solicited to emigrate , " What ! " they replied , " shall we say to the bones of our fathers , Arise , and go with us into a foreign land ? " NOTE d . P. 17 , 1. 15 . So.
الصفحة 76
... land ! And ( tho ' perchance of current coin possest , And modern phrase by living lips exprest ) Like those blest Youths , forgive the fabling page , k Whose blameless lives deceived a twilight age , Spent in sweet slumbers ; till the ...
... land ! And ( tho ' perchance of current coin possest , And modern phrase by living lips exprest ) Like those blest Youths , forgive the fabling page , k Whose blameless lives deceived a twilight age , Spent in sweet slumbers ; till the ...
الصفحة 92
... land ! what eye can trace thy mystic lore , Locked up in characters as dark as night ? ‡ What eye those long , long labyrinths dare explore , § To which the parted soul oft wings her flight ; Again to visit her cold cell of clay ...
... land ! what eye can trace thy mystic lore , Locked up in characters as dark as night ? ‡ What eye those long , long labyrinths dare explore , § To which the parted soul oft wings her flight ; Again to visit her cold cell of clay ...
الصفحة 95
... glory open round , And circling choirs of angels call , Can'st thou , with all thy terrors crowned , Hope to obscure that latent spark , Destined to shine when suns are dark ? Thy triumphs cease ! thro ' every land , Hark 95.
... glory open round , And circling choirs of angels call , Can'st thou , with all thy terrors crowned , Hope to obscure that latent spark , Destined to shine when suns are dark ? Thy triumphs cease ! thro ' every land , Hark 95.
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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...