The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English AuthorsW.B. Gilley and H.I. Megarey, 1821 - 259 من الصفحات |
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... sublime Hath felt the influence of malignant star . And wag'd with Fortune an eternal war Check'd by the scoff of Fride by Enyy's frown , And Poverty's unconquerable bar , 6 In life's low vale remote hath pin'd alone , Then dropt into ...
... sublime Hath felt the influence of malignant star . And wag'd with Fortune an eternal war Check'd by the scoff of Fride by Enyy's frown , And Poverty's unconquerable bar , 6 In life's low vale remote hath pin'd alone , Then dropt into ...
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... sublime Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast , And view th ' enormous waste of vapour , toss'd In billows , lengthening to the horizon round , Now scoop'd in gulfs , with mountains now emboss'd ! And hear the voice of mirth and song ...
... sublime Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast , And view th ' enormous waste of vapour , toss'd In billows , lengthening to the horizon round , Now scoop'd in gulfs , with mountains now emboss'd ! And hear the voice of mirth and song ...
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... sublime his simple sire had taught , In sooth , ' twas almost all the shepherd knew , No subtle nor superfluous lore he sought , Nor ever wish'd his Edwin to pursue . [ view , " Let man's own sphere , " quoth he , " confine his " Be ...
... sublime his simple sire had taught , In sooth , ' twas almost all the shepherd knew , No subtle nor superfluous lore he sought , Nor ever wish'd his Edwin to pursue . [ view , " Let man's own sphere , " quoth he , " confine his " Be ...
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... Sublime or dreadful , in earth , sea , or sky ; By chance , or search , was offer'd to his view , He scann'd with curious and romantic eye . Whate'er of lore tradition could supply From Gothic tale , or song , or fable old , Rous'd him ...
... Sublime or dreadful , in earth , sea , or sky ; By chance , or search , was offer'd to his view , He scann'd with curious and romantic eye . Whate'er of lore tradition could supply From Gothic tale , or song , or fable old , Rous'd him ...
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... sublime . One evening as he framed the careless rhyme , It was his chance to wander far abroad , And o'er a lonely eminence to climb , Which heretofore his foot had never trode ; A vale appear'd below , a deep retir'd abode . Thither he ...
... sublime . One evening as he framed the careless rhyme , It was his chance to wander far abroad , And o'er a lonely eminence to climb , Which heretofore his foot had never trode ; A vale appear'd below , a deep retir'd abode . Thither he ...
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agen bard beam beauty beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath call'd calm charms cheer clouds dark dastard death deep dread e'er earth Edwin eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fire flame flowers gale gentle gloomy glory grace grave Greece groves hand heart heaven Hermit horror hour Indolence light lonely lov'd love lies bleeding lyre mind moping morn mountains mourn Muse Musidora nature Nature's ne'er never night nursling o'er pain peace pity pleasure praise pride rage raptures repose rills rise round Rous'd scene seem'd seraph shade shore sigh skies sleep smil'd smile soft song sooth sorrow soul sound spleen Stamp'd storm stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thro toil trembling Twas tyrant vale vext virtue voice wandering wave weary ween Whilst wild wings wretch youth
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الصفحة 127 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
الصفحة 16 - IX. 0 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, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
الصفحة 183 - Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, And estimate the blessings which they share, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind ; As different good, by art or nature given To different nations, makes their blessings even.
الصفحة 185 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand, To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
الصفحة 192 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
الصفحة 182 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
الصفحة 136 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn ! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
الصفحة 119 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
الصفحة 191 - Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast, and freedom on each brow. How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fir*d at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring ; Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride, And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspes glide.
الصفحة 107 - 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.