The Minstrel: Or, The Progress of Genius. In Two Books. With Some Other PoemsWilliam Durell, no. 106, Maiden-Lane, P. Heard, printer, 1802 - 124 страници |
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... tear of pity roll , A sigh , a tear , so sweet , he wish'd not to control . XXIII . " O ye wild groves , O where is now your bloom ! " ( The Muse interprets thus his tender thought . ) " Your flowers , your verdure , and your balmy ...
... tear of pity roll , A sigh , a tear , so sweet , he wish'd not to control . XXIII . " O ye wild groves , O where is now your bloom ! " ( The Muse interprets thus his tender thought . ) " Your flowers , your verdure , and your balmy ...
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... tear , And ever in thy dreams the ruthless fox appear . · XXXVII . Forbear , my Muse . Let Love attune thy line . Revoke the spell . Thine Edwin frets not so . For how should he at wicked chance repine , Who feels from every change ...
... tear , And ever in thy dreams the ruthless fox appear . · XXXVII . Forbear , my Muse . Let Love attune thy line . Revoke the spell . Thine Edwin frets not so . For how should he at wicked chance repine , Who feels from every change ...
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... tears shalt soon deplore , When Death lays waste thy house , and flames consume thy store . XLVII . A stifled smile of stern vindictive joy Brighten❜d one moment Edwin's starting tear , " But why should gold man's feeble mind decoy ...
... tears shalt soon deplore , When Death lays waste thy house , and flames consume thy store . XLVII . A stifled smile of stern vindictive joy Brighten❜d one moment Edwin's starting tear , " But why should gold man's feeble mind decoy ...
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... tear to Misery given ; From Guilt's contagious power shall that protect , This soften and refine the soul for Heaven . But dreadful is their doom , whom doubt has driven To censure Fate , and pious Hope forego : Like yonder blasted ...
... tear to Misery given ; From Guilt's contagious power shall that protect , This soften and refine the soul for Heaven . But dreadful is their doom , whom doubt has driven To censure Fate , and pious Hope forego : Like yonder blasted ...
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... tears ; Where dark cold - hearted sceptics , creeping , pore Through microscope of metaphysic lore : And much they grope for truth , but never hit . For why ? their powers , inadequate before , This idle art makes more and more unfit ...
... tears ; Where dark cold - hearted sceptics , creeping , pore Through microscope of metaphysic lore : And much they grope for truth , but never hit . For why ? their powers , inadequate before , This idle art makes more and more unfit ...
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adorn afar alarm Ambition's Art thou artless balmy beams beauty bosom bower charms cheek cherub cliffs climes clouds cranes dark dart deep doom'd dread dream dust Edwin eternal falchion fame Fancy Fate fled flies flowers foes forlorn gale gentle gleam glittering gloom glory glow Gothic lyre grace groves hail hares heart heaven hoary hope Indolence Innocence Lapland LENOX LIBRARY lone lore Macbeth mind MINSTREL mirth Mope morn mortal mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er never o'er pangs path peace pomp pride PROGRESS OF GENIUS pygmy rage rapture rills roam roam'd rolls scape scene seem'd serene shade smile song sooth soul spleen sprightly springs sting storm strain sublime swain sweet tale tears tempests thee thine thou toil trembling truth tumult vale virtue voice wander warbling weary Whate'er wild wind wings woes yonder YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
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Страница 19 - 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.
Страница 15 - 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...
Страница 124 - So breaks on the traveller faint and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of death, smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
Страница 19 - Stung with disease, and stupified with spleen ; Fain to implore the aid of flattery's screen, Even from thyself thy loathsome heart to hide (The mansion then no more of joy serene), Where fear, distrust, malevolence abide, And impotent desire, and disappointed pride...
Страница 26 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene» In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on ocean-wave serene The southern sun diffused his dazzling shene*.
Страница 31 - Or, when the setting Moon, in crimson dyed, Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep, To haunted stream, remote from man, he hied, Where fays of yore their revels wont to keep ; And there let Fancy rove at large, till sleep A vision brought to his entranced sight.
Страница 123 - Father of light,' then I cried, ' Thy creature, who fain would not wander from Thee : Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride : From doubt and from darkness Thou only canst free.
Страница 11 - HE design was, to trace the progress of a Poetical Genius, born in a rude age, from the first dawning of fancy and reason, till that period at which he may be supposed capable of appearing in the world as a MINSTREL...
Страница 21 - An honest heart was almost all his stock; His drink the living water from the rock: The milky dams supplied his board, and lent Their kindly fleece to baffle winter's shock ; And he, though oft with dust and sweat besprent, Did guide and guard their wanderings, wheresoe'er they went. xm From labour health, from health contentment springs : Contentment opes the source of every joy.
Страница 43 - Is there a heart that music cannot melt ? Alas ! how is that rugged heart forlorn ! Is there who ne'er those mystic transports felt Of solitude and melancholy born ? He needs not woo the Muse ; he is her scorn : The sophist's rope of cobweb he shall twine ; Mope o'er the schoolman's peevish page; or mourn, And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine ; Sneak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton swine.