Metrical effusions, or, Verses on various occasions [by B. Barton].S. Loder, 1812 - Всего страниц: 223 |
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... turn that bliss to wo ? But few , I fear , can think of hours gone by , Nor witness in their hearts compunction's throe For moments unimproved , and time mispent below . Grant that nor vice , nor folly wounds the heart 4 Page.
... turn that bliss to wo ? But few , I fear , can think of hours gone by , Nor witness in their hearts compunction's throe For moments unimproved , and time mispent below . Grant that nor vice , nor folly wounds the heart 4 Page.
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... sorrow , nor remorse is known , But glory , bliss , and immortality ; For transient life , and early death atone : A heav'nly prize is thine , an earthly lot my own . Are there who mourn for friendship known no more ? 9.
... sorrow , nor remorse is known , But glory , bliss , and immortality ; For transient life , and early death atone : A heav'nly prize is thine , an earthly lot my own . Are there who mourn for friendship known no more ? 9.
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... happier lot is Her's , I ween , Partaker of that glorious scene , Where Gates of Pearl , with dazzling sheen , The path disclose To joys immortal , bliss serene , And calm repose . Yes , I have suffer'd much below ! Yet has 30.
... happier lot is Her's , I ween , Partaker of that glorious scene , Where Gates of Pearl , with dazzling sheen , The path disclose To joys immortal , bliss serene , And calm repose . Yes , I have suffer'd much below ! Yet has 30.
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... bliss deceive A heart on which despair is preying . But , pendant on some leafless tree , Through which November's blasts are mourning , Thy hollow sounds a dirge shall be For hours of joy no more returning . If , at that hour , by ...
... bliss deceive A heart on which despair is preying . But , pendant on some leafless tree , Through which November's blasts are mourning , Thy hollow sounds a dirge shall be For hours of joy no more returning . If , at that hour , by ...
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... bliss ! without thy soothing aid , Mid ' scenes of care how oft would droop the heart ; Without thy veil , the ills of life to shade , How deep their anguish , and how keen their smart . Whether the purple morn , with loveliest hues ...
... bliss ! without thy soothing aid , Mid ' scenes of care how oft would droop the heart ; Without thy veil , the ills of life to shade , How deep their anguish , and how keen their smart . Whether the purple morn , with loveliest hues ...
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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!
Стр. 138 - To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire Upon thy foes, was never meant my task...
Стр. 55 - Fond dreamer! meditate thine idle song! But let thine idle song remain unknown: The verse, which cheers thy solitude, prolong; What, though it charm no moments but thine own, Though thy loved Psyche smile for thee alone, Still shall it yield thee pleasure, if not fame, And when, escaped from tumult, thou hast flown To thy dear silent hearth's enlivening flame, There shall the...
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.
Стр. 204 - Shall bid the Indian dead to sleep no more. And say, when summon'd to the realms on high, If to the soul eternal bliss be given ; What boots it where we heave our parting sigh ? " Or whence the soul triumphant springs to heaven I...
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...