The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsJ. Mundell, 1800 - 136 Seiten |
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... blood - ftain'd form his earthly name ; Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tell , And read the trembling world the tales of hell . 165 " When Venus , thron'd in clouds of rofy hue , Flings from her golden urn the vefper dew , And ...
... blood - ftain'd form his earthly name ; Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tell , And read the trembling world the tales of hell . 165 " When Venus , thron'd in clouds of rofy hue , Flings from her golden urn the vefper dew , And ...
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... blood , and veil the fun , Truth fhall arreft the murd'rous arm profane , Wild Obi flies 7 - the veil is rent in twain . Where barb'rous hordes on Scythian mountains roam , Truth , Mercy , Freedom , yet fhall find a home ; Where'er ...
... blood , and veil the fun , Truth fhall arreft the murd'rous arm profane , Wild Obi flies 7 - the veil is rent in twain . Where barb'rous hordes on Scythian mountains roam , Truth , Mercy , Freedom , yet fhall find a home ; Where'er ...
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... of ruin glow , His blood - dy'd waters murm'ring far below ; - The ftorm prevails , the rampart yields a way , Burfts the wild cry of horror and difmay 385 Hark ! as the fmouldering piles with thunder fall , 30 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... of ruin glow , His blood - dy'd waters murm'ring far below ; - The ftorm prevails , the rampart yields a way , Burfts the wild cry of horror and difmay 385 Hark ! as the fmouldering piles with thunder fall , 30 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... d till the hoft Of blood - ftain'd Pharaoh left their trembling coaft , 400 Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow , And heav'd an ocean on their march below ? Departed fpirits of the mighty . dead ! Ye that PLEASURES OF HOPE 31.
... d till the hoft Of blood - ftain'd Pharaoh left their trembling coaft , 400 Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow , And heav'd an ocean on their march below ? Departed fpirits of the mighty . dead ! Ye that PLEASURES OF HOPE 31.
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... blood atone , And make her arm puiffant as your own ! Oh ! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN ! 410 Yes ! thy proud lords , unpitied land ! fhall fee That man hath yet a foul - and dare be ...
... blood atone , And make her arm puiffant as your own ! Oh ! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN ! 410 Yes ! thy proud lords , unpitied land ! fhall fee That man hath yet a foul - and dare be ...
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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...