Sonnets, and Other Poems, Том 1Cruttwell, 1800 - Всего страниц: 180 |
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... wide ; Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer - days , and those delightful years When by my native streams , in life's fair prime , The mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into tears ...
... wide ; Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer - days , and those delightful years When by my native streams , in life's fair prime , The mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into tears ...
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... wide By many fates . - Peace be within thy walls ! I have scarce heart to visit thee ; but yet , Deny'd the joys sought in thy shades , —deny'd ****** died , Each better hope , since my poor What I have ow'd to thee , my heart can ne'er ...
... wide By many fates . - Peace be within thy walls ! I have scarce heart to visit thee ; but yet , Deny'd the joys sought in thy shades , —deny'd ****** died , Each better hope , since my poor What I have ow'd to thee , my heart can ne'er ...
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... wide world is still ? Thine are the ample views , that unconfin'd Stretch to the utmost walks of human kind ; Thine is the spirit , that with widest plan Brother to brother binds , and man to man . But who for thee , O CHARITY ! will ...
... wide world is still ? Thine are the ample views , that unconfin'd Stretch to the utmost walks of human kind ; Thine is the spirit , that with widest plan Brother to brother binds , and man to man . But who for thee , O CHARITY ! will ...
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... tears of virtue flow ; Thou , generous friend of all ! -to thee we owe ! To thee , that Pity sees her views expand To many a cheerless haunt , and distant land ! Whilst warm Philanthropy extends her ray , Wide as the 60 MR . HOWARD'S.
... tears of virtue flow ; Thou , generous friend of all ! -to thee we owe ! To thee , that Pity sees her views expand To many a cheerless haunt , and distant land ! Whilst warm Philanthropy extends her ray , Wide as the 60 MR . HOWARD'S.
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... Wide o'er the wasted earth - before him flies Affright , on pinions fleeter than the wind ; And Death and Desolation fast behind The havock of his echoing march pursue : Meantime his steps are bath'd in the warm dew Of bloodshed , and ...
... Wide o'er the wasted earth - before him flies Affright , on pinions fleeter than the wind ; And Death and Desolation fast behind The havock of his echoing march pursue : Meantime his steps are bath'd in the warm dew Of bloodshed , and ...
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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.