The pleasures of hope; with other poems1801 |
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... death , and every woe , Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; 30 When Murder bar'd his arm , and rampant War 35 Yok'd the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy , banish'd from the plain , A iij PLEASURES OF HOPE . 5.
... death , and every woe , Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; 30 When Murder bar'd his arm , and rampant War 35 Yok'd the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy , banish'd from the plain , A iij PLEASURES OF HOPE . 5.
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... Death's devoted foil , The march - worn foldier mingles for the toil ; As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , And hears thy ftormy ...
... Death's devoted foil , The march - worn foldier mingles for the toil ; As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , And hears thy ftormy ...
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... death , -the watchword and reply ; Then peal'd the notes , omnipotent to charm , And the loud tocfin toll'd their laft alarm ! - In vain , alas ! in vain , ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew : - 365 370 Oh ...
... death , -the watchword and reply ; Then peal'd the notes , omnipotent to charm , And the loud tocfin toll'd their laft alarm ! - In vain , alas ! in vain , ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew : - 365 370 Oh ...
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... death - a paffion but defpair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at Thraldrom's bitter figh ! So Virtue dies , the fpoufe of Liberty ! 530 But not to ...
... death - a paffion but defpair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at Thraldrom's bitter figh ! So Virtue dies , the fpoufe of Liberty ! 530 But not to ...
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... death each gentle gale , And bath'd in blood the verdure of the vale ! Yet could no pangs the immortal spirit tame , When Brama's children perish'd for his name ; 540 545 The martyr fmil'd beneath avenging pow'r , And brav'd the I ...
... death each gentle gale , And bath'd in blood the verdure of the vale ! Yet could no pangs the immortal spirit tame , When Brama's children perish'd for his name ; 540 545 The martyr fmil'd beneath avenging pow'r , And brav'd the I ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
afar anguiſh ANTISTROPHE beauty Beauty's bleed bofom bower bright bright eye Briton brow burſt cauſe ceaſe charm charm'd child clime cloſe dark deed deep delight deſpair doom'd dread duft eternal facred fate feven fhade fhall fhore fhrine fiery figh filent fire flumber fmile fong foothe forrow foul friendleſs Friendſhip ftill ftormy ftrings fublime fummer fweep fweet fwell fword glow hand Hark hath heart Heav'n heav'nly Hindoo Hope hopeleſs hour laft laſt life's light Lochiel lonely Loxian lyre MEDEA Mercy midnight mingles Mufe murmur Nature Nature's Note numbers o'er paffion pang parricide Pauſe peace penfive pleaſure pow'r proud rapture ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhell ſhore ſky ſmile ſpirit ſteep ſtream ſweep tears tempests tempests blow thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thou thouſand thunder trembling triumph vale watch wave weep Weft whofe whoſe wild winds Wiſdom wiſhes yonder
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 30 - 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 21 - So speaks affection, ere the infant eye Can look regard, or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his...
Seite 32 - 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 42 - Britons cross'd the Indian wave ? Ah, no ! — to more than Rome's ambition true, The Nurse of Freedom gave it not to you ! She the bold route of Europe's guilt began, And, in the march of nations, led the van...
Seite 68 - When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Oh! then, thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day— Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin, And all the phoenix spirit burns within!
Seite 34 - Shall crimes and tyrants cease but with the world ? What ! are thy triumphs, sacred Truth, belied ? Why then hath Plato...
Seite 21 - ... brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care, Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer, Or gazing, mutely pensive, sits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring HOPE the while At every artless tear, and every smile...
Seite 69 - Heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud. Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud ! While Nature hears, with terror-mingled trust, The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust ; And, like the trembling Hebrew...
Seite 3 - 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 bared her arm, and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heaven again ; All, all forsook the friendless, guilty mind, But HOPE, the charmer, linger'd still behind.