The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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... sweet than all the landscape smiling near ? - ' Tis distance lends enchantment to the view , And robes the mountain in its azure hue . Thus , with delight , we linger to survey The promis'd joys of life's unmeasur'd way ; Thus , from ...
... sweet than all the landscape smiling near ? - ' Tis distance lends enchantment to the view , And robes the mountain in its azure hue . Thus , with delight , we linger to survey The promis'd joys of life's unmeasur'd way ; Thus , from ...
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... sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil , a charm for every woe : Won by their sweets , in Nature's languid hour , The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild - bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy ...
... sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil , a charm for every woe : Won by their sweets , in Nature's languid hour , The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild - bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy ...
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... sweets distill , Nor bloomy vines wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have pass'd away , That when his eye grows dim , his tresses gray , These busy hands a lovelier cot shall build , And deck with fairer flow'rs his ...
... sweets distill , Nor bloomy vines wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have pass'd away , That when his eye grows dim , his tresses gray , These busy hands a lovelier cot shall build , And deck with fairer flow'rs his ...
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... sweet mourner ! at my stone appear , And soothe my parted spirit ling'ring near ? Oh , wilt thou come , at ev'ning hour , to shed The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on thy hand reclin'd , Muse on the last ...
... sweet mourner ! at my stone appear , And soothe my parted spirit ling'ring near ? Oh , wilt thou come , at ev'ning hour , to shed The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on thy hand reclin'd , Muse on the last ...
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... sweet ! Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed , The waveless calm , the slumber of the dead ? No ; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy , And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! And say , without our hopes , without our fears ...
... sweet ! Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed , The waveless calm , the slumber of the dead ? No ; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy , And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! And say , without our hopes , without our fears ...
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Abra amidst ANTISTROPHE arms battle beauty beneath bless'd bliss blood bosom breath bright brow charm child Circassia clime dark dear death deep delight dread dream dress'd e'en earth ECLOGUE Eirin fair fairy Fancy fate father Fcap fear fire flowers Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING gilt edges grace green grief grove hail hand hast hath hear heard heart Heav'n Hope hour Indian isle John Gilbert Julius Cæsar land life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre maid Margaret of Anjou morn mountain mourn murmurs Muse native Nature's night numbers Nymph o'er ODIN peace pensive Petrarch Pindar plains pleasure rapture reign rocks round sacred scene shade shore sigh smile song sorrow soul spirit storm sung swain sweet sword tears thee thou thought thunder trembling triumph Truth Twas vale wave weep wild winds woods youth
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Стр. 138 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Стр. 77 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Стр. 210 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Стр. 140 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Стр. 76 - Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Стр. 211 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Стр. 141 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Стр. 182 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Стр. 179 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Стр. 82 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?