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appear arms bear beauty Behold beneath bids blest bliss bosom bowers breast breathes bright bring brow charms cheek clouds dales dark death deep delight doth dreadful earth fair fame Fancy fear feel fire flame flow flowers fond give glow Goddess grace green grove hand happy head Health hear heart heaven hills Hope hour human kind lead leaves light live look maid mild mind morn Muse Nature never night o'er pain pale path peace plain pleasure POEM pride rage rest rise roll round sacred sage scene shade side sight sing smiles soft song sorrow soul sound spread spring steps strain stream sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought thro throne truth vain Virtue wave wild winds wing woods youth
Стр. 101 - Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; Lord of the lion-heart, and eagle-eye! Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky!
Стр. 76 - Spring profusely throws From her green lap the pink and rose, When the soft turtle of the dale To Summer tells her tender tale, When Autumn cooling caverns seeks, And stains with wine his jolly cheeks; When Winter, like poor pilgrim old, Shakes his silver beard with cold; At every season let my ear Thy solemn whispers, Fancy, hear.
Стр. 73 - Tell me the path, sweet wand'rer tell, To thy unknown, sequester'd cell, Where woodbines cluster round the door, Where shells and moss o'erlay the floor, And on whose top a hawthorn blows, Amid whose thickly woven boughs Some nightingale still builds her nest, Each ev'ning warbling thee to rest...
Стр. 31 - Rough is the road to fame, thro' blood and war; " Smooth is my way, and all my paths are peace. " With me retire, from toils and perils free ;
Стр. 74 - Peace resort, And Venus keeps her festive court, Where Mirth and Youth each evening meet, And lightly trip with nimble feet, Nodding their lily-crowned heads ; Where Laughter roselip'd Hebe leads ; Where Echo walks steep hills among, List'ning to the shepherd's song.
Стр. 101 - Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Deep in the frozen regions of the north, A goddess violated brought thee forth, Immortal Liberty, whose look sublime Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in every varying clime.
Стр. 75 - Tis Fancy, in her fiery car, Transports me to the thickest war, There whirls me o'er the hills of slain, Where Tumult and Destruction reign ; Where, mad with pain, the wounded steed Tramples the dying and the dead : Where giant Terror stalks around, With sullen joy surveys the ground, And, pointing to th...
Стр. 143 - Through this still valley let me stray, Rapt in some strain of pensive GRAY: Whose lofty genius bears along The conscious dignity of Song; And, scorning from the sacred store To waste a note on Pride or Power, Roves...