PoemsJ. Michell and Company, 1810 |
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... ( cried the pilot ) ' twas our fleet lay ! " " What fleet ? " said Mr. Anson . " What fleet ! " replied the man ( a little piqued at the question ) " Why , our Grecian fleet at the siege of Troy 1 " Yet ' tis the lot alone of souls refin ...
... ( cried the pilot ) ' twas our fleet lay ! " " What fleet ? " said Mr. Anson . " What fleet ! " replied the man ( a little piqued at the question ) " Why , our Grecian fleet at the siege of Troy 1 " Yet ' tis the lot alone of souls refin ...
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... cries ) " Ye bloom no more ! Dear native fields , adieu ! " • Home , charming home , ' still plaintive echo sighs : And to his parting breath the dulcet murmur dies.❤ Meanwhile , returning to our hearths we range Thro ' LOCAL ...
... cries ) " Ye bloom no more ! Dear native fields , adieu ! " • Home , charming home , ' still plaintive echo sighs : And to his parting breath the dulcet murmur dies.❤ Meanwhile , returning to our hearths we range Thro ' LOCAL ...
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... cries ) " and , thou sweet murmurer ! free , " Shalt to thy pebbly bed reclaim coy Peace and me ! " had liberty to visit their respective homes while the breaking - up lasted , This confined scholar was so affected with grief , by being ...
... cries ) " and , thou sweet murmurer ! free , " Shalt to thy pebbly bed reclaim coy Peace and me ! " had liberty to visit their respective homes while the breaking - up lasted , This confined scholar was so affected with grief , by being ...
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... cried ) " Shall I dismiss a train of wakeful woes ; " Here , in oblivious sleep , my heavy eyelids close . " Such were the ideas which electric ran [ bright Thro ' Xenophon's faint troops , when opening A prospect of the sea surpris'd ...
... cried ) " Shall I dismiss a train of wakeful woes ; " Here , in oblivious sleep , my heavy eyelids close . " Such were the ideas which electric ran [ bright Thro ' Xenophon's faint troops , when opening A prospect of the sea surpris'd ...
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... cried ) ye landscapes that entrance " My careless bosom --- farewell , happy shore ! " What tho ' to mount a throne be mine , perchance " My days of bright serenity are o'er ! [ more . " " Ah ! happy land , farewell ! to meet these eyes ...
... cried ) ye landscapes that entrance " My careless bosom --- farewell , happy shore ! " What tho ' to mount a throne be mine , perchance " My days of bright serenity are o'er ! [ more . " " Ah ! happy land , farewell ! to meet these eyes ...
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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...