The Influence of Local Attachment with Respect to Home: A Poem, in Seven Books : and Odes, with Other Poems, Band 1Johnson, Dilly, and Cadell and Davies, 1798 |
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amid amidſt ATTACHMENT WITH RESPECT befide Behold beneath blaſt bloom bluſh bofom bower breaſt Catullus charm cloſe conſcious Danvert dear delight diftant dulce domum E'en Ellen Engliſh erft faery faint fame fancy fancy's feelings feems fhade fhall figh filence finks firſt fmile focial foft folar folitary fome fond foon foothe forrow foul fpirit frown ftill ftreams fuch fweet fympathies gloom glow groves hath heart illufion landſcape lefs light Local Attachment Mamhead mark'd memory mind moſt mufe muſe o'er obferve paffion pale paſt penfive pleaſure poem preſent rays reaſon refidence RESPECT TO HOME rife round ſcarce ſcene ſee ſeem ſhade ſhe ſhould Sir John Vaughan Sirmio ſkies ſmile ſpot ſpread ſtart ſtill ſtrain ſweet tear thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thro trembling Twas vifion waſte wave Whilft whiſpering whofe whoſe wiſhes youth
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Seite 95 - I should hate," says' a young lady, the child of fiction, yet drawn with many features like that excellent girl I lost, "methinks I should hate to have been born in a town. When I say my native brook, or my native hill, I talk of friends, of whom the remembrance warms my heart.
Seite 17 - Mantle to veins of azure the fair cheek ; Are not the charms of foreign beauty weak, Beauty, that wantons with .voluptuous air? ,. . ' . ; Can jetty ringlets that adorn the neck, Sleek as they gliften to the funny glare, Rival, O Albion's dames, your amber-brightening hair?
Seite 19 - Would rather to the fame wild traces recur, That various life had mark'd with joy or woe, Than wander, where the fpicy breezes blow . To kifs the hyacinths of Azza's hair Rather, than where luxuriant fummers glow, To the white mofles of his hills repair, And bid his antler train the fimple banquet (hare.
Seite 93 - Of Nature's various scenes the painter culls That for his fav'rite theme, where the fair whole Is broken into ample parts, and bold ; Where to the eye three well-mark'd distances Spread their peculiar colouring.
Seite 3 - ... shape That oft belies thy form, emerging slow From that deep central gloom, Rests on the moon-tipp'd wood. Now, by a halo circled, sails along, As gleams with icicles his azure vest, Now shivers on the trees, And feebly sinks from sight. Tis cold ! and lo ! upon the whitening folds Of the dank mist that fills the hollow dell, Chill Damp with drizzly locks Glides in his lurid car, Where a lone fane o'er those broad rushes nods In slumberous torpor : save when flitting bat Stirs the rank ivy brown...
Seite 17 - Ambrofial, waving its peach -flowers that blow To pearly grapes, and kifs the turf below, The genuine fon of Albion could induce His dairy-meads, his fallows to forego : Not all the fruits, that bloom o'er every fluke, Would, in his mind, outvie the redftreak's vermeil juice. Nor, if to innocence a gentle fmile Beam, placid as the May's mild morning-break ; If, with a modeft...
Seite 16 - Softening the fervors of the fummer-hour; While rich pomegranates bid their cooling feeds To the parcht palate a keen fenfe reftore, And, round each whifpering iflet of cane reeds, Its melon's grateful pulp the tepid water feeds.
Seite 85 - That caferaent, arch'd with ivy's browneft (hade, -Firft to thefe eyes the light of heav'n convey'd. The mouldering gateway ftrews the grafs-grown court, Once the calm fcene of many a fimple fport ; When nature pleas'd, for life itfelf was new, And the heart promis'd what the fancy drew. See, thro' the frailur'd pediment reveal'd, Where mofs inlays the rudely-fculptur'd fhield, The Martin's old, hereditary neft.
Seite 95 - I should hate to have been born in a town ; when I say my native brook, or my native hill, I talk of friends of whom the remembrance warms my heart. To me, even to me, who have lost their acquaintance, there is something delightful in the melancholy recollection of their beauties ; and, here, I often wander out to the top of a little broom-covered knoll, merely to look towards the quarter where Belville is situated. It is other wise with my father.
Seite 87 - And fancy flutter'd on her wildest wing. «• Giants and Genii chain'd the wondering ear ; And orphan-woes drew nature's ready tear. Oft with the babes we wander'd in the wood, Or view'd the...