The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822 - 144 Seiten This is a traditional 18th century didactic poem in heroic couplets. |
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... hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees the fate of man Her dim horizon bounded to a span ; Or , if she hold an image to the view , ' Tis Nature pictured too severely true . With thee , sweet Hope ! resides the heavenly light 12 PLEASURES OF ...
... hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees the fate of man Her dim horizon bounded to a span ; Or , if she hold an image to the view , ' Tis Nature pictured too severely true . With thee , sweet Hope ! resides the heavenly light 12 PLEASURES OF ...
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... hour , The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring ! What viewless forms th ' Æolian organ play , And 14 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... hour , The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring ! What viewless forms th ' Æolian organ play , And 14 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... hour , Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for power ; To thee the heart its trembling homage yields , On stormy floods , and carnage - cover'd fields , When front to front the banner'd hosts combine , Halt PLEASURES OF HOPE . 17.
... hour , Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for power ; To thee the heart its trembling homage yields , On stormy floods , and carnage - cover'd fields , When front to front the banner'd hosts combine , Halt PLEASURES OF HOPE . 17.
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... hour ! On yon proud height , with Genius hand in hand , I see thee light , and wave thy golden wand . " Go , child of Heav'n ! ( thy winged words proclaim ) ' Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of ...
... hour ! On yon proud height , with Genius hand in hand , I see thee light , and wave thy golden wand . " Go , child of Heav'n ! ( thy winged words proclaim ) ' Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of ...
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... hour The social pleasures of his humble bower . Lo ! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps , Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She , while the lovely babe unconscious lies , Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes ...
... hour The social pleasures of his humble bower . Lo ! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps , Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She , while the lovely babe unconscious lies , Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes ...
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adamantine adieu afar Arion Avatar bark beauty Beauty's blazing bleed bliss bosom bowers Brama's brave bright Briton brow burst cease charm charm'd child clime deed deep delight doom'd dread dust dust return earth eternal evermore faggots Fairman fate fire fond friendless Gilderoy glow hail hallow'd hand Hark Hast thou hath heart Heaven heavenly Hindoo hour hurl'd isles life's light lingering lisps lonely Loxian lyre MEDEA Mercy midnight mingles mourn murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE numbers o'er pang parricide Peace pensive Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE poor dog Tray Prague PRINTED FOR LONGMAN proud rapture rocks sacred sapient scenes seraph shade shalt shore sigh slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit spirit burn storm sublime sweep sweet tears thee thine trembling triumph Truth twas unfathom'd vale watch wave weep wheels wild winds wing wounded Hussar wrath wretch
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Seite 38 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time Sarmatia fell unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Seite 37 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm; Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge, or death...
Seite 25 - Bright as the pillar rose at Heaven's command, When Israel march'd along -the desert land, Blazed through the night on lonely wilds afar, And told the path, — a never-setting star : So, heavenly Genius, in thy course divine, HOPE is thy star, her light is ever thine.
Seite 11 - AT summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Seite 36 - Pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet horn; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van, Presaging wrath to Poland — and to man! Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed. Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid — O Heaven!
Seite 83 - Doomed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know Delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep a little while ; Then melt, ye elements, that formed in vain This troubled pulse, and visionary brain ! Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom, And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb...
Seite 81 - Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim, Lights of the world, and demigods of Fame ? Is this your triumph — this your proud applause, Children of Truth, and champions of her cause ? For this hath Science...
Seite 69 - And let the half-uncurtain'd window hail Some way-worn man benighted in the vale ! Now, while the moaning night-wind rages high, As sweep the shot-stars down the troubled sky, While fiery hosts in Heaven's wide circle play, And bathe in lurid light the milky-way, Safe from the storm, the meteor, and the shower, Some pleasing page shall charm the solemn hour — With pathos shall command, with wit beguile, A generous tear of anguish, or a smile...
Seite 82 - Science, hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair ? Then bind the palm, thy sage's brow to suit, Of blasted leaf, and death-distilling fruit!
Seite 136 - Ah, no ! the last pang in my bosom is heaving ! No light of the morn shall to Henry return ! Thou charmer of life, ever tender and true : Ye babes of my love that await me afar ! — His faltering tongue scarce could murmur adieu, When he sunk in her arms — the poor wounded Hussar ! GILDEROY.