The Wreath: Containing The Minstrel and Other Favorite Poems, to which is Added the Life of BeattieW. Suttaby & B. Corrall, 1806 - 153 էջ |
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... shade that blots the blazing orb of noon . " Many a long lingering year , in lonely isle , " Stunn'd with the eternal turbulence of waves , " Lo , with dim eyes that never learn'd to smile , " And trembling hands , the famish'd native ...
... shade that blots the blazing orb of noon . " Many a long lingering year , in lonely isle , " Stunn'd with the eternal turbulence of waves , " Lo , with dim eyes that never learn'd to smile , " And trembling hands , the famish'd native ...
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... shade , Some flee the city , some the hermitage , Their aims as various as the roads they take In journeying thro ... shades , Beneath the wan cold moon ( as fame reports ) Embodied thick , perform their mystic rounds . No other ...
... shade , Some flee the city , some the hermitage , Their aims as various as the roads they take In journeying thro ... shades , Beneath the wan cold moon ( as fame reports ) Embodied thick , perform their mystic rounds . No other ...
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... and tools of power about him , Is meditating new unheard - of hardships , Mocks his short arm , and quick as thought escapes Where tyrants vex not , and the weary rest . • Here the warm lover , leaving the cool shade , 46 THE GRAVE .
... and tools of power about him , Is meditating new unheard - of hardships , Mocks his short arm , and quick as thought escapes Where tyrants vex not , and the weary rest . • Here the warm lover , leaving the cool shade , 46 THE GRAVE .
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... shade , The tell - tale echo , and the bubbling stream , Time out of mind the fav'rite seats of love , ' Fast by his gentle mistress lays him down Unblasted by foul tongue . Here friends and foes Lie close , unmindful of their former ...
... shade , The tell - tale echo , and the bubbling stream , Time out of mind the fav'rite seats of love , ' Fast by his gentle mistress lays him down Unblasted by foul tongue . Here friends and foes Lie close , unmindful of their former ...
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... of liquid fire , The mighty chorus aid : Soon as grey evening gilds the plain , Thou , moon , protract the melting strain And praise him in the shade . Thou heaven , of heavens , his vast abode , Hymn, from Psalm 148 -Mr Ogilvie.
... of liquid fire , The mighty chorus aid : Soon as grey evening gilds the plain , Thou , moon , protract the melting strain And praise him in the shade . Thou heaven , of heavens , his vast abode , Hymn, from Psalm 148 -Mr Ogilvie.
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Էջ 11 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Էջ 112 - Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known.
Էջ 3 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Էջ 111 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Էջ 113 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Էջ 8 - And be it so. Let those deplore their doom, " Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn. " But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, " Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. " Shall spring to these sad scenes no more return ? " Is yonder wave the sun's eternal bed ? " Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn, " And spring shall soon her vital influence shed, Again attiuje the grove, again adorn the mead.
Էջ vi - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Էջ 113 - Tis said and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age...
Էջ 77 - Ah ! why will Kings forget that they are Men ? And Men that they are brethren ? Why delight In human sacrifice ? Why burst the ties Of Nature, that should knit their souls together In one soft bond of amity and love...
Էջ 112 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat...