The Minstrel, Or, The Progress of Genius, with Some Other PoemsJ. Ballantyne, 1803 - 147 страници |
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... fair form , and mute each melting sound . " The raven croaks forlorn on naked spray : 66 And , hark ! the river , bursting every mound , " Down the vale thunders ; and , with wasteful sway , Uproots the grove , and rolls the shattered ...
... fair form , and mute each melting sound . " The raven croaks forlorn on naked spray : 66 And , hark ! the river , bursting every mound , " Down the vale thunders ; and , with wasteful sway , Uproots the grove , and rolls the shattered ...
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... fair Virtue oft must strive " With disappointment , penury , and pain ? " No Heaven's immortal spring shall yet arrive ; : “ And man's majestic beauty bloom again , Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant 66 reign ...
... fair Virtue oft must strive " With disappointment , penury , and pain ? " No Heaven's immortal spring shall yet arrive ; : “ And man's majestic beauty bloom again , Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant 66 reign ...
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... fair fane , And ever ply your venomed fangs amain ! Hence to dark Error's den , whose rankling slime First gave you form ! hence ! lest the Muse should deign ( Though loath on theme so mean to waste a rhyme ) With vengeance to pursue ...
... fair fane , And ever ply your venomed fangs amain ! Hence to dark Error's den , whose rankling slime First gave you form ! hence ! lest the Muse should deign ( Though loath on theme so mean to waste a rhyme ) With vengeance to pursue ...
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... Fair laugh our vallies in the vernal beams ; " And mountains rise , and oceans roll between , " And all conspire to beautify the scene . 66 But , in the mental world , what chaos drear ! " What forms of mournful , loathsome , furious ...
... Fair laugh our vallies in the vernal beams ; " And mountains rise , and oceans roll between , " And all conspire to beautify the scene . 66 But , in the mental world , what chaos drear ! " What forms of mournful , loathsome , furious ...
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... in your most sequestered bower , Let me at last recline , Where Solitude , mild , modest power , Leans on her ivy'd shrine . How shall I woo thee , matchless Fair ! Thy heavenly smile how win ! Thy smile , that smooths the brow of Care , ...
... in your most sequestered bower , Let me at last recline , Where Solitude , mild , modest power , Leans on her ivy'd shrine . How shall I woo thee , matchless Fair ! Thy heavenly smile how win ! Thy smile , that smooths the brow of Care , ...
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adorn afar alarms Ambition's array art thou balmy beams beauty bloom bosom bower breast charms cheek cliffs clouds controul cranes dark dark mansions dart deep doom dread dream dust EDINBURGH Edwin falchion fame Fancy Fancy's Fate fierce fire fled flies flowers forlorn friends frown gale gentle gleams glittering gloom glow Gothic grace grove hail heart Heaven hope JAMES BALLANTYNE life's lofty lone lore lyre majestic melancholy mind MINSTREL mirth morn mountains mourn murmur Muse Nature's ne'er nymph o'er peace pity pomp pride pygmy rage rapture rills roam roll Scaped scene serene shades silent silent wing skies smile Solitude song sooth soul sound spleen sprightly storm strain stream stupified sublime sway sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thunder toil truth Twas vale virtue Virtue's voice wander warbling wild wind wings withered yonder youth
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Страница 15 - 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 attune the grove, again adorn the mead.
Страница 123 - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove : 'Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
Страница 21 - 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.
Страница 6 - 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, O, how canst thou renounce^ and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy,...
Страница 54 - Sweet were your shades, O ye primeval groves ! Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent, Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labour went. Nature supplied the wish she taught to crave.
Страница 59 - And Reason now through number, time, and space, Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye, And learns, from facts compared, the laws to trace, Whose long progression leads to Deity.
Страница 2 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep, where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
Страница 27 - One part, one little part, we dimly scan Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream; Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan, If but that little part incongruous seem.
Страница 66 - Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn. The soft amusement of the vacant mind ! He sleeps in dust, and all the Muses mourn, He, whom each virtue fired, each grace refined, Friend, teacher, pattern, darling of mankind !* He sleeps in dust.
Страница 41 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, " And woo the weary to profound repose ! " Can passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, " And whisper comfort to the man of woes ? " Here, Innocence may wander, safe from foes, " And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.