The minstrel; or, The progress of genius: with some other poemsWilliam Creech, 1805 - 152 oldal |
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26. oldal
... Death lays waste thy house , and flames consume thy store . XLVII . A stifled smile of stern vindictive joy Brightened one moment Edwin's starting tear.— But why should gold man's feeble mind decoy , ' And innocence thus die by doom ...
... Death lays waste thy house , and flames consume thy store . XLVII . A stifled smile of stern vindictive joy Brightened one moment Edwin's starting tear.— But why should gold man's feeble mind decoy , ' And innocence thus die by doom ...
59. oldal
... , lust that defies controul , ' With gluttony and death . The mind untaught , ' Is a dark waste , where fiends and tempests howl ; ' As Phœbus to the world , is Science to the soul . XLVI . * And Reason , now , through Number 59.
... , lust that defies controul , ' With gluttony and death . The mind untaught , ' Is a dark waste , where fiends and tempests howl ; ' As Phœbus to the world , is Science to the soul . XLVI . * And Reason , now , through Number 59.
62. oldal
... Death's levelled dart , ' Sooth the sharp pang , allay the fever's fire , ' And brace the nerves once more , and cheer the heart , And yet a few soft nights and balmy days impart . 1 LII . ' Nor less to regulate man's moral frame 62.
... Death's levelled dart , ' Sooth the sharp pang , allay the fever's fire , ' And brace the nerves once more , and cheer the heart , And yet a few soft nights and balmy days impart . 1 LII . ' Nor less to regulate man's moral frame 62.
67. oldal
... death resound . LXI . 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 ...
... death resound . LXI . 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 ...
76. oldal
... Death's touch the fairy visions fly , And real scenes rush dismal on the eye ; And , from Elysium's balmy slumber torn , The startled soul awakes , to think , and mourn . O ye , whose hours in jocund train advance , Whose spirits to the ...
... Death's touch the fairy visions fly , And real scenes rush dismal on the eye ; And , from Elysium's balmy slumber torn , The startled soul awakes , to think , and mourn . O ye , whose hours in jocund train advance , Whose spirits to the ...
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The Minstrel; Or the Progress of Genius with Some Other Poems James Beattie Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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125. oldal - 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 I — * And darkness and doubt are now flying away, No- longer I roam in conjecture forlorn.
123. oldal - 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.
12. oldal - 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...
20. oldal - 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...
40. oldal - 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.
17. oldal - 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.
10. oldal - And sees, on high, amidst the encircling groves, From cliff to cliff the foaming torrents shine ; While waters, woods, and winds, in concert join, And echo swells the chorus to the skies. Would Edwin this majestic scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies ? Ah ! no : he better knows great Nature's charms to prize.
58. oldal - 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.
5. oldal - 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 ! X.
53. oldal - 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.