The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsMundell & son, 1801 - 136 Seiten |
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... India . Prophecy in the Hindoo mythology of the expected descent of the Deity , to redress the miferics of their race , and to take vengeance on the violators of justice and mercy . PLEASURES OF HOPE . PART I. AT fummer eve , ANALYSIS ...
... India . Prophecy in the Hindoo mythology of the expected descent of the Deity , to redress the miferics of their race , and to take vengeance on the violators of justice and mercy . PLEASURES OF HOPE . PART I. AT fummer eve , ANALYSIS ...
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... Indian chants a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk , And bathe in brains the murd'rous tomahawk ; There fhall the flocks on thymy pasture stray , And fhepherds dance at Summer's op'ning day ; Each wand'ring genius ...
... Indian chants a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk , And bathe in brains the murd'rous tomahawk ; There fhall the flocks on thymy pasture stray , And fhepherds dance at Summer's op'ning day ; Each wand'ring genius ...
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... Indian ifles ; 505 510 For ever fallen ! no fon of Nature now , With Freedom charter'd on his manly brow ! Faint , bleeding , bound , he weeps the night away , And , when the fea - wind wafts the dewless day , 545 Starts , with a ...
... Indian ifles ; 505 510 For ever fallen ! no fon of Nature now , With Freedom charter'd on his manly brow ! Faint , bleeding , bound , he weeps the night away , And , when the fea - wind wafts the dewless day , 545 Starts , with a ...
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... 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 Lybia's barren climes alone , To Chili 40 ...
... 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 Lybia's barren climes alone , To Chili 40 ...
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... 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 ! 555 563 Rich in the gems of India's gaudy ...
... 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 ! 555 563 Rich in the gems of India's gaudy ...
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afar anguiſh ANTISTROPHE beauty bleed blifs bofom boundleſs bright Briton cauſe Ceafe charm clime cloſe deed deep deſpair directs by Longman doom'd dread duft eternal facred fate feven fhade fhall fhore figh filent fire firſt flumber fmile fong foothe forrow foul friendleſs Friendſhip ftorm ftream ftring fublime fummer fweep fweet fwell fword Gilderoy glow hand happineſs Hark hath heart Heav'n heav'nly Hindoo Hope hopeleſs hour laft laſt life's light Longman & Rees Loxian lyre MEDEA Mercy midnight mingles Mufic murmur Muſe Nature Nature's Note numbers o'er paffion pang parricide Pauſe Peace penfive pleaſing pleaſures poor dog Tray pow'r rapture ſcenes ſhade ſhall ſhore ſky ſmile ſpirit ſtar ſtarry ſtill ſtorm ſweep ſweet tears thee themſelves theſe THOMAS CAMPBELL thoſe thou thouſand trembling triumph unfathom'd vale viewleſs watch wave weep Weft whofe Whoſe wild winds Wiſdom wiſhes
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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 1 - 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 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 36 - Ordain'd to fire th' adoring sons of earth, With every charm of wisdom and of worth ; Ordain'd to light, with intellectual day, The mazy wheels of Nature as they play, Or, warm with Fancy's energy, to glow, And rival all but Shakspeare's name below.
Seite 70 - 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 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 71 - 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 5 - 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.
Seite 34 - No! — the wild wave contemns your sceptred hand: It roll'd not back when Canute gave command! Man! can thy doom no brighter soul allow? Still must thou live a blot on Nature's brow? Shall War's polluted banner ne'er be furl'd ? Shall crimes and tyrants cease but with the world ? What!