The pleasures of hope; with other poems. [Another]Mundell, Doig & Stevenson, and for Longman, 1812 - 131 Seiten |
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... Muse shall shed Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head ; Shall swell thy heart to rapture unconfin'd , And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind . I see thee roam her guardian pow'r beneath , And talk with spirits on the midnight heath ...
... Muse shall shed Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head ; Shall swell thy heart to rapture unconfin'd , And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind . I see thee roam her guardian pow'r beneath , And talk with spirits on the midnight heath ...
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... Muse on the last farewel I leave behind , Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub ...
... Muse on the last farewel I leave behind , Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub ...
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Thomas Campbell. To watch the bright'ning roses of the sky , And muse on Nature with a poet's eye ! And when the sun's last splendour lights the deep , The woods , and waves , and murm'ring winds asleep , When fairy harps th ' Hesperian ...
Thomas Campbell. To watch the bright'ning roses of the sky , And muse on Nature with a poet's eye ! And when the sun's last splendour lights the deep , The woods , and waves , and murm'ring winds asleep , When fairy harps th ' Hesperian ...
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... Muse hath sung That suasive Hope hath but a Syren tongue ! True ; she may sport with life's untutor'd day , Nor heed the solace of its last decay , E The guileless heart her happy mansion spurn , And part PLEASURES OF HOPE . 65.
... Muse hath sung That suasive Hope hath but a Syren tongue ! True ; she may sport with life's untutor'd day , Nor heed the solace of its last decay , E The guileless heart her happy mansion spurn , And part PLEASURES OF HOPE . 65.
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... Muse hath sung , at noon of day , The Queen of Beauty bow'd to taste the wave And blest the stream , and breath'd across the land , The soft sweet gale that fans yon summer bowers ; And there the sister Loves , a smiling band , Crown'd ...
... Muse hath sung , at noon of day , The Queen of Beauty bow'd to taste the wave And blest the stream , and breath'd across the land , The soft sweet gale that fans yon summer bowers ; And there the sister Loves , a smiling band , Crown'd ...
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adamantine adieu afar anguish ANTISTROPHE Arion Avatar beauty Beauty's bleed bliss bosom Brama's brav'd bright Briton brow burst charm charm'd child clime cried dark deed deep delight doom'd dread dust dust return earth eternal evermore fate fire fond friendless Gilderoy glow hail hallow'd hand Hark Hast thou hath heart Heav'n Heav'n's command heav'nly Hindoo hour hurl'd isles life's light lonely Loxian lyre MEDEA melancholy Mercy midnight midnight hour mingles mournful murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE numbers o'er pang parricide Peace pensive Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE poor dog Tray pow'r Prague proud rapture red dragons sacred sapient scenes seraph shade shalt shore sigh slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit storm sublime sweep sweet tears thee thine trembling triumph Truth twas unfathom'd vale Vengeance watch wave weep wheels wild winds wing wounded Hussar wrath wretch yonder
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Seite 51 - The world was sad ! — the garden was a wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled...
Seite 25 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time; And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore. On Erie's banks, where tigers steal along, And the dread Indian chants a dismal song, Where human fiends on midnight errands walk, And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawk ; There shall the flocks on thymy pasture stray, And shepherds dance at Summer's opening day ; Each wandering genius of the lonely glen Shall start...
Seite 128 - Poor dog ! he was faithful and kind, to be sure, And he constantly loved me, although I was poor ; "When the sour-looking folks sent me heartless away, I had always a friend in my poor dog Tray.
Seite 19 - Lo ! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps, Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies, Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes, And weaves a song of melancholy joy — " Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy ; No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul ; but, ah...
Seite 69 - From planet whirl'd to planet more remote, He visits realms beyond the reach of thought; But wheeling homeward, when his course is run. Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun!
Seite 30 - Hark, as the smouldering piles with thunder fall, A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call! Earth shook— red meteors flash'd along the sky, And conscious Nature shudder'd at the cry! Oh! righteous Heaven; ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword omnipotent to save?
Seite 65 - Unfading HOPE ! when life's last embers burn, 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...
Seite 50 - Tis yours, unmoved, to sever and to meet; No pledge is sacred, and no home is sweet! Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed, The waveless calm, the slumber of the dead ? No; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy, And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy...
Seite 23 - twas there she wept in vain, Till Memory fled her agonizing brain ; — But Mercy gave, to charm the sense of woe, Ideal peace, that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam, And aimless HOPE delights her darkest dream. Oft when yon moon has climb'd the midnight sky, And the lone sea-bird wakes its wildest cry, Piled on the steep, her blazing faggots burn To hail the bark that never can return ; And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger...
Seite 56 - Hesperian planet hail, And the lone cuckoo sighs along the vale, His path shall be where streamy mountains swell Their shadowy grandeur o'er the narrow dell, Where mouldering piles and forests intervene, Mingling with darker tints the living green ; No circling hills his ravish'd eye to bound, Heaven, Earth, and Ocean, blazing all around.