PoemsJ. Michell and Company, 1810 |
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... bosom heave delicious sighs ! Now o'er the bow I see the mourner bend , While myriads of illusions round her rise From the sweet relic of affection's ties , The chronicle of many a blissful hour ; That , as tears moisten her dejected ...
... bosom heave delicious sighs ! Now o'er the bow I see the mourner bend , While myriads of illusions round her rise From the sweet relic of affection's ties , The chronicle of many a blissful hour ; That , as tears moisten her dejected ...
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... bosom glows the local fire , Let us the sympathetic passion trace ; Whether our bliss the present scene inspire , Or , absent from a long - frequented place , The shadows of the past with pain we chase ; Or , after years of foreign toil ...
... bosom glows the local fire , Let us the sympathetic passion trace ; Whether our bliss the present scene inspire , Or , absent from a long - frequented place , The shadows of the past with pain we chase ; Or , after years of foreign toil ...
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... bosom - sentiment ! And , sweet The unsullied hour ; and light was every care ! Oh ! ere I trembled at the vacant stare , The cold strange glance , had my full heart betray'd Too quick emotions ! --- Midst the gaudy glare * " Not always ...
... bosom - sentiment ! And , sweet The unsullied hour ; and light was every care ! Oh ! ere I trembled at the vacant stare , The cold strange glance , had my full heart betray'd Too quick emotions ! --- Midst the gaudy glare * " Not always ...
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... the way - worn traveller's bosom fill , When , after many a danger , many a toil , He seeks the covert of his native hill ! Sudden he feels a dear delicious thrill At the first gleaming of his distant trees ; And LOCAL ATTACHMENT . 39.
... the way - worn traveller's bosom fill , When , after many a danger , many a toil , He seeks the covert of his native hill ! Sudden he feels a dear delicious thrill At the first gleaming of his distant trees ; And LOCAL ATTACHMENT . 39.
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... bosom of the worldling , what avails A ray from kind affection glimmering there ? Alas ! when memory lives , yet fancy fails , Vain are familiar groves and sympathising dales , Far - gone in life , the pleasures of their prime The busy ...
... bosom of the worldling , what avails A ray from kind affection glimmering there ? Alas ! when memory lives , yet fancy fails , Vain are familiar groves and sympathising dales , Far - gone in life , the pleasures of their prime The busy ...
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amid amidst ancient Andarton appear'd bade beauty Bedgown beneath blaze bloom Boconnoc bosom breast breath bright charms cheek cloud Corniſh Cornwall cried dance dear E'en ECLOGUE erft erst Eurus faery rings faint falute fame fancy fear feelings female fome fond ftill fuch girls glance gleam gloom glow grace green groves guife hail'd HARRIET hath heart heaven High Cross hour HUMPHREY's Jacobite kindling Knight laſt light lov'd maid Manaccan mark'd merry month mind morn muse noſe o'er OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN once pale passion perhaps play'd pleasure poem POLWHELE poor pride quick RACHEL rich round scene seem'd shade ſhe sigh Sir HUMPHREY Sirmio smile soft soul spirit ſtill sweet sweet emotion tear thee Theocritus thine thoſe thou thro tincture trembling Truro Twas UNSEX'D FEMALES vale vernal vulgar Whilst whoſe wild young youth
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Seite ix - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Seite 66 - Come on therefore, let us enjoy the good things that are present: and let us speedily use the creatures like as in youth. Let us fill ourselves with costly wine and ointments : and let no flower of the spring pass by us : Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.
Seite 78 - Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims...
Seite ix - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Seite 49 - I suppose ; for my mother tapped my cheek with the word Child ! emphatically pronounced. I started out of my reverie, and finding myself unable to feign a composure which I did not feel, walked out of the room to hide my emotion. When I got to my own chamber, I felt the full force of Le Blanc's description, but to me it was not painful...
Seite 38 - See Wollstonecraft, whom no decorum checks, Arise, the intrepid champion of her sex; O'er humbled man assert the sovereign claim, And slight the timid blush of virgin fame. "Go, go (she cries) ye tribes of melting maids, Go, screen your softness in sequester 'd shades; With plaintive whispers woo the unconscious grove, And feebly perish, as depis'd ye love. What tho...
Seite 41 - The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the Morn? There was another meaning in these gifts; Think what, and be advis'd; you are but young yet.
Seite v - Mr. Robert Southey could not distinguish between the first effects and an apprehension of which he was unable to divest himself. His first definite sensations were a fullness and dizziness in the head, such as to induce the fear of falling.
Seite 42 - Wafts its full sweets, and shivers thro' the leaves. Bath'd in new bliss, the Fair-one greets the bower, And ravishes a flame from every flower; Low at her feet inhales the master's sighs, And darts voluptuous poison from her eyes.
Seite 23 - The frost-gales from the mountains more severe, And shiver to the boreal flashes bright ; Or, if the sun vouchsafe a noonday light, Hail, from the crags, his faint reflected beams, And o'er the loose bridge slide from height to height...