The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsJ. Mundell, 1800 - 136 Seiten |
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... She , while the lovely babe unconfcious lies , Smiles on her flumb'ring child with penfive eyes , And weaves a fong of melancholy joy- " Sleep , image of thy father , fleep , my boy : No ling'ring hour of forrow shall be thine ; No figh ...
... She , while the lovely babe unconfcious lies , Smiles on her flumb'ring child with penfive eyes , And weaves a fong of melancholy joy- " Sleep , image of thy father , fleep , my boy : No ling'ring hour of forrow shall be thine ; No figh ...
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... She , fad fpectatrefs , on the wint'ry fhore Watch'd the rude furge his shroudlefs corfe that bore , Knew the pale form , and , fhrieking in amaze , 281 Clafp'd her cold hands , and fix'd her maddening gaze : Poor widow'd wretch ...
... She , fad fpectatrefs , on the wint'ry fhore Watch'd the rude furge his shroudlefs corfe that bore , Knew the pale form , and , fhrieking in amaze , 281 Clafp'd her cold hands , and fix'd her maddening gaze : Poor widow'd wretch ...
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... She bade no wretch his thanklefs labour urge , Nor , trembling , take the pittance and the fcourge ! 500 No homeless Lybian , on the ftormy deep , To call upon his country's name , and weep ! Lo ! once in triumph on his boundless plain ...
... She bade no wretch his thanklefs labour urge , Nor , trembling , take the pittance and the fcourge ! 500 No homeless Lybian , on the ftormy deep , To call upon his country's name , and weep ! Lo ! once in triumph on his boundless plain ...
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... than Rome's ambition true , The Nurfe 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 ! 560 Rich in the gems of India's gaudy zone , And 42 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... than Rome's ambition true , The Nurfe 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 ! 560 Rich in the gems of India's gaudy zone , And 42 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... she speaks to you ! Weep not , she says , at Nature's transient pain , Congenial fpirits part to meet again ! — What plaintive fobs thy filial spirit drew , What forrow chok'd thy long and last adieu , 395 400 405 Daughter of Conrad ...
... she speaks to you ! Weep not , she says , at Nature's transient pain , Congenial fpirits part to meet again ! — What plaintive fobs thy filial spirit drew , What forrow chok'd thy long and last adieu , 395 400 405 Daughter of Conrad ...
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afar anguiſh ANTISTROPHE Arion beauty Beauty's bleed bleft blifs bofom boſom bright Briton cauſe ceafe Ceaſe charm clime deed deep directs by Longman doom'd dread duft eternal evermore facred fate fcenes feven fhade fhall fhore fhrine figh filent fire Firſt flumber fmile fong foothe forrow foul fpirit friendlefs Friendſhip ftill ftorm ftream ftrings fublime fummer funk fweet fwell Gilderoy glow hand Hark hath heart Heav'n heav'nly Hindoo hopeleſs hour ifles 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 Peace penfive pleaſures PLEASURES OF HOPE poor dog Tray pow'r rapture ſhakes ſhall ſhe ſhore ſky ſmile ſtar ſteep ſtorm ſweep ſweet ſword tears thee Thefe themſelves theſe thoſe thou thouſand trembling triumph vale vifions watch wave weep whofe whoſe wild winds Wiſdom wiſh
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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 20 - Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul; but, ah! more blest than he! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love at last, Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past — With many a smile my solitude repay, And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away.
Seite 34 - Tyrants ! in vain ye trace the wizard ring ; In vain ye limit Mind's unwearied spring : What ! can ye lull the winged winds asleep, Arrest the rolling world, or chain the deep ? No! — the wild wave contemns your...
Seite 42 - Britons cross'd the 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...
Seite 68 - 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 3 - 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 69 - 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...