Sonnets, and Other Poems, Том 1Cruttwell, 1800 - Всего страниц: 180 |
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... the reckless main : To dreams like these , adieu ! -the pealing bell Speaks of the hour that stays not - and the day To life's sad turmoil calls my heart away . SONNET XI . AT OSTEND , JULY 22 , 1787 14 SONNETS . At Ostend, landing Sonnet.
... the reckless main : To dreams like these , adieu ! -the pealing bell Speaks of the hour that stays not - and the day To life's sad turmoil calls my heart away . SONNET XI . AT OSTEND , JULY 22 , 1787 14 SONNETS . At Ostend, landing Sonnet.
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... dream I wake , and find them not : then I could weep To think that Time so soon each sweet devours ; To think so soon life's first endearments fail , And we are still misled by Hope's smooth tale ! Who , like a flatterer , when the ...
... dream I wake , and find them not : then I could weep To think that Time so soon each sweet devours ; To think so soon life's first endearments fail , And we are still misled by Hope's smooth tale ! Who , like a flatterer , when the ...
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... dream , That way'd o'er the charm'd sense its gladsome wing : For when thou leadest all thy soothing strains More smooth along , the silent passions meet In one suspended transport , sad and sweet , And nought but sorrow's softest touch ...
... dream , That way'd o'er the charm'd sense its gladsome wing : For when thou leadest all thy soothing strains More smooth along , the silent passions meet In one suspended transport , sad and sweet , And nought but sorrow's softest touch ...
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... dreams of bliss we fondly fed , Of years to come of comfort ! - -Be it so . Ere this I have felt sorrow ; and ev'n now ( Tho ' sometimes the unbidden thought must start , And half unman the miserable heart ) my sad brow , The cold dew I ...
... dreams of bliss we fondly fed , Of years to come of comfort ! - -Be it so . Ere this I have felt sorrow ; and ev'n now ( Tho ' sometimes the unbidden thought must start , And half unman the miserable heart ) my sad brow , The cold dew I ...
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... dreams arise , Awhile forgetful of their pain they gaze , A transient lustre lights their faded eyes , And o'er their cheek the tender hectick strays . The purple morn that paints with sidelong gleam The cliff's tall crest , the waving ...
... dreams arise , Awhile forgetful of their pain they gaze , A transient lustre lights their faded eyes , And o'er their cheek the tender hectick strays . The purple morn that paints with sidelong gleam The cliff's tall crest , the waving ...
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Стр. 177 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deform'd With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Стр. 19 - Time ! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, Lulling to sad repose the weary sense, The faint pang stealest unperceived away; On thee I rest my only hope at last, And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, 1 may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile...
Стр. 176 - If it should ever be totally extinguished, the loss, I fear, will be great. It is this which has given its character to modern Europe. It is this which has distinguished it under all its forms of government, and distinguished it to its advantage, from the states of Asia, and possibly from those states which flourished in the most brilliant periods of the antique world.
Стр. 164 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still. Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains.
Стр. 138 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Стр. 16 - How sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall, And now along the white and level tide They fling their melancholy music wide, Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer days...
Стр. 14 - Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet, Scarce hear the surge that has for ages beat, Sure many a lonely wanderer has stood, And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still Eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave Tomorrow...
Стр. 176 - All the decent drapery of life is to be rudely torn off. All the superadded ideas, furnished from the wardrobe of a moral imagination, which the heart owns and the understanding ratifies, as necessary to cover the defects of our naked, shivering nature, and to raise it to dignity in our own estimation, are to be exploded as a ridiculous, absurd, and antiquated fashion.
Стр. 14 - How many a lonely wanderer has stood ! And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave To-morrow ; of the friends he loved most dear ; Of social scenes, from which he wept to part...
Стр. 177 - To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire Upon thy foes, was never meant my task : But I can feel thy fortunes, and partake Thy joys and sorrows, with as true a heart As any thund'rer there.