The Pleasures of Hope: With Other Poemsauthor, 1803 - 131 Seiten |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... bright career . Primeval Hope , the Aonian Muses say , When Man and Nature mourn'd their first decay ; When every form of death , and every woe , Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; When Murder bar'd his arm , and rampant War Yok ...
... bright career . Primeval Hope , the Aonian Muses say , When Man and Nature mourn'd their first decay ; When every form of death , and every woe , Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; When Murder bar'd his arm , and rampant War Yok ...
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... bright , how strong , in Youth's untroubled hour ! On yon proud height , with Genius hand in hand , I see thee light , and wave thy golden wand . Go , Child of Heaven ! ( thy winged words proclaim ) " Tis thine to search the boundless ...
... bright , how strong , in Youth's untroubled hour ! On yon proud height , with Genius hand in hand , I see thee light , and wave thy golden wand . Go , Child of Heaven ! ( thy winged words proclaim ) " Tis thine to search the boundless ...
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... , Admiring Plato on his spotless page , Stamps the bright dictates of the Father sage : Shall Nature bound to Earth's diurnal span The fire of God , th ' immortal soul of man ? ' 66 Turn , Child of Heav'n , thy rapture - 11.
... , Admiring Plato on his spotless page , Stamps the bright dictates of the Father sage : Shall Nature bound to Earth's diurnal span The fire of God , th ' immortal soul of man ? ' 66 Turn , Child of Heav'n , thy rapture - 11.
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... bright spires that gild the Delphian height , From streams that wander in eternal light , Rang'd on their hill , Harmonia's daughters swell The mingling tones of horn , and harp , and shell ; Deep from his vaults , the Loxian murmurs ...
... bright spires that gild the Delphian height , From streams that wander in eternal light , Rang'd on their hill , Harmonia's daughters swell The mingling tones of horn , and harp , and shell ; Deep from his vaults , the Loxian murmurs ...
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adamantine afar Arion Avatar bark barren beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss BOLT COURT bosom bower bright bright eye Briton charm charm'd child clime Culloden dark dead deep delight doom'd dread dream dust dust return earth Erin Erin-go-bragh eternal faggots Fancy fate fiery fire FLEET STREET flow'r friendless Genius hand Hark heart Heav'n Heav'n's command heav'nly hills Hindoo hour Indian isles life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre mercy midnight mingles morn murmurs Muse Nature Nature's never night Note numbers o'er ocean pang Peace pensive pictur'd Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE pow'r proud rapture rocks sacred sapient seraph shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit star storm sublime sweep sweet sword tears thee thine thunder trembling triumph Truth vale wander watch wave weep wild wild wave winds wing WIZARD wretch yonder
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Seite 108 - I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.
Seite 109 - Lochiel, beware of the day ! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal : 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Seite 100 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
Seite 30 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled! Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own! Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL — the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN!
Seite 108 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ! Return to thy dwelling, all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
Seite 107 - Companionless bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah, home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh ! Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Seite 93 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Seite 114 - 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 ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Seite 72 - What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain! I smile on death, if Heavenward HOPE remain! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter of my life, If Chance awaked, inexorable power...
Seite 29 - Heaven; ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance!