The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsMundell & son, 1801 - 136 Seiten |
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... unconfin'd , And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind . 160 I fee thee roam her guardian pow'r beneath , And talk with fpirits on the midnight heath ; Inquire of guilty wand'rers whence they came , And ask 14 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... unconfin'd , And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind . 160 I fee thee roam her guardian pow'r beneath , 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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... command , Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's hand . The living lumber of his kindred earth , Charm'd into foul , receives a second birth ; 6 185 190 Feels thy dread pow'r another heart afford , Whofe paffion 16 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... command , Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's hand . The living lumber of his kindred earth , Charm'd into foul , receives a second birth ; 6 185 190 Feels thy dread pow'r another heart afford , Whofe paffion 16 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... beneath the willow tree ; 240 Wilt thou , fweet mourner ! at my ftone appear , And foothe my parted spirit ling'ring near ? Oh , wilt thou come , at ev'ning hour , to fhed The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on ...
... beneath the willow tree ; 240 Wilt thou , fweet mourner ! at my ftone appear , And foothe my parted spirit ling'ring near ? Oh , wilt thou come , at ev'ning hour , to fhed The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on ...
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... beneath her care , 255 Or lifps with holy look his ev'ning prayer , Or gazing , mutely penfive , fits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring Hope the while , At artlefs every tear , and every fmile ...
... beneath her care , 255 Or lifps with holy look his ev'ning prayer , Or gazing , mutely penfive , fits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring Hope the while , At artlefs every tear , and every fmile ...
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... 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 ; 535 540 545 The martyr fmil'd beneath avenging pow'r , And brav'd the I PLEASURES OF HOPE . 41.
... 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 ; 535 540 545 The martyr fmil'd beneath avenging pow'r , And brav'd the I PLEASURES OF HOPE . 41.
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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
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 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!