The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English AuthorsW.B. Gilley and H.I. Megarey, 1821 - 259 sidor |
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... Deep thought oft seem'd to fix his infant eye . Dainties he heeded not , nor gaude , nor toy , Save one short pipe of rudest minstrelsy . Silent when glad ; affectionate though shy ; And now his look was most demurely sad , And now he ...
... Deep thought oft seem'd to fix his infant eye . Dainties he heeded not , nor gaude , nor toy , Save one short pipe of rudest minstrelsy . Silent when glad ; affectionate though shy ; And now his look was most demurely sad , And now he ...
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... song , Or blast that shrieks by fits the shuddering isles along . Or , when the setting moon , in crimson died , Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep , To haunted stream , remote from man he hied , THE MINSTREL . 23 3333.
... song , Or blast that shrieks by fits the shuddering isles along . Or , when the setting moon , in crimson died , Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep , To haunted stream , remote from man he hied , THE MINSTREL . 23 3333.
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... Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tour . O Nature , how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim , To sing thy ...
... Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tour . O Nature , how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim , To sing thy ...
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... to the sounding shore , The lone enthusiast oft would take his way , Listening with pleasing dread to the deep roar Of the wide - weltering waves . In black array When sulph'rous clouds roll'd on the vernal day , Even 30 THE MINSTREL .
... to the sounding shore , The lone enthusiast oft would take his way , Listening with pleasing dread to the deep roar Of the wide - weltering waves . In black array When sulph'rous clouds roll'd on the vernal day , Even 30 THE MINSTREL .
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... deep retir'd abode . Thither he hied , enamour'd of the scene ; For rocks on rocks pil'd , as by magic spell , Here scorch'd with lightning , there with ivy green , Fenc'd from the north and east this savage dell ; Southward a mountain ...
... deep retir'd abode . Thither he hied , enamour'd of the scene ; For rocks on rocks pil'd , as by magic spell , Here scorch'd with lightning , there with ivy green , Fenc'd from the north and east this savage dell ; Southward a mountain ...
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The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English Authors WREATH. Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1824 |
The wreath; a collection of poems, from celebrated English authors Wreath Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1830 |
The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English Authors Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1821 |
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 120 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...