The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English AuthorsW.B. Gilley and H.I. Megarey, 1821 - 259 sider |
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... linger for a while ; And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn , And villager abroad at early toil.- But , lo ! the sun appears ! and heaven , earth , ocean , smile . " Shall I be left abandoned in the dust , THE MINSTREL . 19.
... linger for a while ; And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn , And villager abroad at early toil.- But , lo ! the sun appears ! and heaven , earth , ocean , smile . " Shall I be left abandoned in the dust , THE MINSTREL . 19.
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... smiles of rapture glow , As on he wanders through the scenes of morn , Where the fresh flowers in living lustre blow , Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are borne . But who the melodies ...
... smiles of rapture glow , As on he wanders through the scenes of morn , Where the fresh flowers in living lustre blow , Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are borne . But who the melodies ...
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... smile of stern vindictive joy 99 Brighten'd one moment Edwin's starting tear.- " But why should gold man's feeble mind decoy , " And innocence thus die by doom severe ? " O Edwin while thy heart is yet sincere , Th'assaults of ...
... smile of stern vindictive joy 99 Brighten'd one moment Edwin's starting tear.- " But why should gold man's feeble mind decoy , " And innocence thus die by doom severe ? " O Edwin while thy heart is yet sincere , Th'assaults of ...
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... smile , yon heaven , " In all the pomp of beauty , life , and light , " Rose from the abyss ; when dark Confusion , driven " Down , down the bottomlesss profound of night , " Fled , where he ever flies thy piercing sight ! " O glance on ...
... smile , yon heaven , " In all the pomp of beauty , life , and light , " Rose from the abyss ; when dark Confusion , driven " Down , down the bottomlesss profound of night , " Fled , where he ever flies thy piercing sight ! " O glance on ...
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... smiling Virtue prompts the patriot's rage , But , lo ! ere long , is left alone to mourn , And languish in the dust , and clasp the abandon'd urn . " Ah ! what avails , " he said " to trace the springs " That whirl of empire , the ...
... smiling Virtue prompts the patriot's rage , But , lo ! ere long , is left alone to mourn , And languish in the dust , and clasp the abandon'd urn . " Ah ! what avails , " he said " to trace the springs " That whirl of empire , the ...
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The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English Authors WREATH. Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1824 |
The wreath; a collection of poems, from celebrated English authors Wreath Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1830 |
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agen amid beam beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath call'd chamomile charms cheer clouds dark death deep dread e'er earth Edwin eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fire flame flower gale gentle gloomy glory grave groves hand heart heaven Hermit horror hour Hypochondria Indolence Innisfail light little bill lonely lov'd love lies bleeding lyre mind moping morn mourn Muse Musidora nature Nature's ne'er night o'er pain peace Philomela pity pleasure praise pride rage repose rills rise round rude scene seem'd seraph shade shore sigh sing skies sleep smil'd smile soft song sooth soul sound spleen Stamp'd strain stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thro toil trembling Twas tyrant vale vext virtue voice wandering wave weary ween Whilst wild wild thyme wind wings wretch youth
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Side 117 - 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.
Side 222 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Side 173 - 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.
Side 193 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Side 120 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 141 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track: 'Twas autumn, — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
Side 181 - And calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast, and freedom on each brow.
Side 169 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Side 177 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill, Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Side 182 - 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...