Metrical effusions, or, Verses on various occasions [by B. Barton].S. Loder, 1812 - Всего страниц: 223 |
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... anguish flow : Fain would my mournful song aspire to show What keen regret , what deep remorse is thine ; How in the wreath which decks thine awful brow , The cypress with the willow should entwine , Alas ! my plaintive lyre , a gloomy ...
... anguish flow : Fain would my mournful song aspire to show What keen regret , what deep remorse is thine ; How in the wreath which decks thine awful brow , The cypress with the willow should entwine , Alas ! my plaintive lyre , a gloomy ...
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... anguish had my bosom wrung , Did former hours recur to fancy's view , In gaudier colours drest , with graces ever new . Yes , Memory ! in thy richly varied page , Some pleasing passages may charm the eye ; The guileless records of our ...
... anguish had my bosom wrung , Did former hours recur to fancy's view , In gaudier colours drest , with graces ever new . Yes , Memory ! in thy richly varied page , Some pleasing passages may charm the eye ; The guileless records of our ...
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... anguish'd mind , Recal the hour when vice betray'd to wrong , Anticipate the doom to guilt assign'd , And to each glimpse of hope the wandering senses blind . And shall thy pleasures then alone inspire The poet's song 7.
... anguish'd mind , Recal the hour when vice betray'd to wrong , Anticipate the doom to guilt assign'd , And to each glimpse of hope the wandering senses blind . And shall thy pleasures then alone inspire The poet's song 7.
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... anguish ye have shed ; I well can weep with you your luckless doom , For She , with whom I hop'd life's path to tread , Rests in her silent grave , companion of the dead ! Dear sainted Spirit ! wheresoe'er thy home , How gladly to thy ...
... anguish ye have shed ; I well can weep with you your luckless doom , For She , with whom I hop'd life's path to tread , Rests in her silent grave , companion of the dead ! Dear sainted Spirit ! wheresoe'er thy home , How gladly to thy ...
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... deceit unknown : The Maiden fell . Let inexperienc'd youth Beware her fate . Ah ! could the anguish'd groan , Which rends her tortur'd breast , for her offence atone . Here too shall Memory , with avenging hand , Unrol 22.
... deceit unknown : The Maiden fell . Let inexperienc'd youth Beware her fate . Ah ! could the anguish'd groan , Which rends her tortur'd breast , for her offence atone . Here too shall Memory , with avenging hand , Unrol 22.
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accents anguish Ashford bade bard beam beauties blest bliss bloom bosom breast breeze bright Caledonie charms cheering confest Crito crown'd dear death delight divine dreadful dream drest E'en e'er enraptur'd Erin-go-bragh fame fancy fancy's fear feelings fled fond friendship FULL BLOWN ROSE gale gloom glow grace grief hail hapless happier harp hath heart heaven heavenly hope hour humble inspir'd inspire JOHN LEYDEN life's light lov'd Lucy lyre maid meed Memory Minstrel morning mournful murmuring muse myrtle grove nature's ne'er night numbers o'er once own'd peace pensive plaintive pleasure poet's praise rapture regret Royal James sacred scene seraph shade shalt shed shine shone sigh sight silent sing smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound STANZAS star strain stream sway sweet tear thee theme thine thou trembling tuneful virtue virtue's voice weel tim'd daffin ween Whig youth
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Стр. 181 - O, woman! in our hours of ease. Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, 900 And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
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Стр. 104 - To pierce those hallow'd bowers : 'tis Fancy's beam Pour'd on the vision of th' enraptur'd bard, That paints the charms of that delicious theme. Then hail sweet Fancy's ray ! and hail the dream That weans the weary soul from guilt and woe ! Careless what others of my choice may deem, I long, where Love and Fancy lead, to go And meditate on Heaven, enough of Earth I know.
Стр. 161 - Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul ! Sweet'ner of life ! and solder of society ! I owe thee much.
Стр. 41 - Caledonia may claim and shall huve my devotion, And oft will I think of my friends " far awa." On the banks of the Ganges, or Plata's proud stream, Though I wander unconscious, their beauties among ; My own dear native Ayr, still my favorite theme, Shall partake of my praise and enliven my song. Sweet stream ! on whose banks, in my infancy roaming, I...
Стр. 173 - Methought upon her face such smiles did play As gild the summer morning. A bright ray Of lambent glory stream'd around her head. I gazed in rapture ; love had banish'd dread, Even as light the darkness drives away.
Стр. 132 - Nature ! all thy shows and forms To feeling, pensive hearts have charms; Whether the summer kindly warms With life and light, Or winter howls, in gusty storms. The long, dark night.
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Стр. 119 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. — Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit...