Poems,: In Two Volumes,Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... Hath blown his bugle horn . Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Beside a Grotto of their own , With boughs above them closing , The Seven are laid , and in the shade They lie like Fawns reposing . But now ...
... Hath blown his bugle horn . Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Beside a Grotto of their own , With boughs above them closing , The Seven are laid , and in the shade They lie like Fawns reposing . But now ...
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... hath some awful Spirit impell'd to leave , Utterly to desert , the haunts of men , Though simple thy Companions were and few ; And though this wilderness a passage cleave Attended but by thy own Voice , save when The Clouds and Fowls of ...
... hath some awful Spirit impell'd to leave , Utterly to desert , the haunts of men , Though simple thy Companions were and few ; And though this wilderness a passage cleave Attended but by thy own Voice , save when The Clouds and Fowls of ...
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... hath God made The world which we inhabit ? Better plea Love cannot have , than that in loving thee Glory to that eternal Peace is paid , Who such Divinity to thee imparts As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts . His hope is ...
... hath God made The world which we inhabit ? Better plea Love cannot have , than that in loving thee Glory to that eternal Peace is paid , Who such Divinity to thee imparts As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts . His hope is ...
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... paid When her long life hath reach'd its final day : Men are we , and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great is pass'd away . 7 . THE KING OF SWEDEN . The Voice of 132 4 5 On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic.
... paid When her long life hath reach'd its final day : Men are we , and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great is pass'd away . 7 . THE KING OF SWEDEN . The Voice of 132 4 5 On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic.
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... hath done The thing which ought to be : He stands above All consequences : work he hath begun Of fortitude , and piety , and love , Which all his glorious Ancestors approve : The Heroes bless him , him their rightful Son . 8 . TO ...
... hath done The thing which ought to be : He stands above All consequences : work he hath begun Of fortitude , and piety , and love , Which all his glorious Ancestors approve : The Heroes bless him , him their rightful Son . 8 . TO ...
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answer'd Art thou beauty beneath Bird blast bold bowers breath bright Brother CALAIS call thee calm Celandine Chaise chearful Child Cloak clouds Creature dead Dear delight doth drest Dundee earth EGREMONT CASTLE England espy eyes face Faery fair fancy fear Fleet Street flowers France Friend gentle glittering glorious glory Glow-worm grief ground happy hath hear heard heart heaven Hither honour Horn hour Hubert land Liberty living melancholy mighty mind moor morning mountain mournfully never night o'er pleas'd pleasure Pond praise Rill rock sate seem'd SEVEN SISTERS Shepherd sight silent Sing Sir Eustace Sir Philip Sydney Sleep Solitude of Binnorie SONNET sorrow soul sound Spirit Star stir sweet Tarn thine things Thou art Thou dost Thou hast thought Traveller Twas utter'd Vale vex'd voice wind wood words Ye Men youth
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Seite 73 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Seite 123 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Seite 70 - I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Seite 140 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Seite 36 - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired...
Seite 75 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Seite 103 - Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, And hermits are contented with their cells, And students with their pensive citadels; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells; In truth the prison unto which we doom Ourselves no prison is...
Seite 25 - Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. Eyes of some men travel far For the finding of a star; Up and down the heavens they go, Men that keep a mighty rout! I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower! — I'll make a stir, Like a sage astronomer.
Seite 37 - Come when it will, is equal to the need: — He who, though thus endued as with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes; 60 Sweet images!
Seite 34 - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...