The pleasures of hope; with other poems1801 |
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... d , And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind . 160 I see thee roam her guardian pow'r bencath , And talk with fpirits on the midnight heath ; Inquire of guilty wand'rers whence they came , And ask 14 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... d , And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind . 160 I see thee roam her guardian pow'r bencath , And talk with fpirits on the midnight heath ; Inquire of guilty wand'rers whence they came , And ask 14 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... pow'r on earth to plead the cause of Heav'n ; The proud , the cold untroubled heart of stone , That never mus'd on forrow but its own , Unlocks a generous ftore at thy command , Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's hand . The living ...
... pow'r on earth to plead the cause of Heav'n ; The proud , the cold untroubled heart of stone , That never mus'd on forrow but its own , Unlocks a generous ftore at thy command , Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's hand . The living ...
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... Pow'r ! when rankling cares annoy The facred home of Hymenean joy ; When doom'd to Poverty's fequefter'd dell , The wedded pair of love and virtue dwell , B 200 Unpitied by the world , unknown to fame , Their PLEASURES OF HOPE . 17.
... Pow'r ! when rankling cares annoy The facred home of Hymenean joy ; When doom'd to Poverty's fequefter'd dell , The wedded pair of love and virtue dwell , B 200 Unpitied by the world , unknown to fame , Their PLEASURES OF HOPE . 17.
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... ! 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 PLEASURES OF HOPE . 41 But not to Lybia's barren climes alone, ...
... ! 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 PLEASURES OF HOPE . 41 But not to Lybia's barren climes alone, ...
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Thomas Campbell. The martyr fmil'd beneath avenging pow'r , And brav'd the tyrant in his torturing hour ! When Europe fought your fubject realms to gain , And stretch'd her giant fceptre o'er the main , Taught her proud barks their ...
Thomas Campbell. The martyr fmil'd beneath avenging pow'r , And brav'd the tyrant in his torturing hour ! When Europe fought your fubject realms to gain , And stretch'd her giant fceptre o'er the main , Taught her proud barks their ...
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.