The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English AuthorsW.B. Gilley and H.I. Megarey, 1821 - 259 страници |
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... soft notes warbling in the wind . Ah then , all jollity seem'd noise and folly . To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refin'd , Ah what is mirth but turbulence unholy , When with the charm compared of heavenly melan choly ! Is there a heart ...
... soft notes warbling in the wind . Ah then , all jollity seem'd noise and folly . To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refin'd , Ah what is mirth but turbulence unholy , When with the charm compared of heavenly melan choly ! Is there a heart ...
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... soft tenor of my song no more . Edwin , tho ' lov'd of Heaven , must not aspire To bliss which mortals never knew before ... On trembling wings let youthful fancy soar , Nor always haunt the sunny realms of joy ; But now and then the ...
... soft tenor of my song no more . Edwin , tho ' lov'd of Heaven , must not aspire To bliss which mortals never knew before ... On trembling wings let youthful fancy soar , Nor always haunt the sunny realms of joy ; But now and then the ...
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... soft and smooth are Fancy's flowery ways . " And yet even there , if left without a guide , " The young adventurer unsafely plays . “ Eyes dazzled long by Fiction's gaudy rays , " In modest Truth no light nor beauty find . " And who ...
... soft and smooth are Fancy's flowery ways . " And yet even there , if left without a guide , " The young adventurer unsafely plays . “ Eyes dazzled long by Fiction's gaudy rays , " In modest Truth no light nor beauty find . " And who ...
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... soft nights and balmy days impart . " Nor less to regulate man's mortal frame " Science exerts her all - composing sway . " Flutters thy breast with fear , or pants for fame , " Or pines , to Indolence and Spleen a prey , " Or Avarice ...
... soft nights and balmy days impart . " Nor less to regulate man's mortal frame " Science exerts her all - composing sway . " Flutters thy breast with fear , or pants for fame , " Or pines , to Indolence and Spleen a prey , " Or Avarice ...
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... soft amusement of the vacant mind ! He sleeps in dust , and all the Muses mourn , He , whom each Virtue fir'd , each Grace refin'd , Friend , Teacher , pattern , darling of mankind ! —t He sleeps in dust . — Ah , how should I pursue My ...
... soft amusement of the vacant mind ! He sleeps in dust , and all the Muses mourn , He , whom each Virtue fir'd , each Grace refin'd , Friend , Teacher , pattern , darling of mankind ! —t He sleeps in dust . — Ah , how should I pursue My ...
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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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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 120 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...