Sonnets, and Other Poems, 1. kötetCruttwell, 1800 - 180 oldal |
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... fall , And now , along the white and level tide , They fling their melancholy musick wide ; Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer - days , and those delightful years When by my native streams , in life's fair prime , The ...
... fall , And now , along the white and level tide , They fling their melancholy musick wide ; Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer - days , and those delightful years When by my native streams , in life's fair prime , The ...
29. oldal
... ! Who , like a flatterer , when the happiest hours Are past , and most we wish her cheering lay , Will fly , as faithless and as fleet as they ! SONNET XXIII . NETLEY ABBEY . FALL'N pile ! I SONNETS . 29 On the Death of the Rev Mr Benwe.
... ! Who , like a flatterer , when the happiest hours Are past , and most we wish her cheering lay , Will fly , as faithless and as fleet as they ! SONNET XXIII . NETLEY ABBEY . FALL'N pile ! I SONNETS . 29 On the Death of the Rev Mr Benwe.
30. oldal
William Lisle Bowles. SONNET XXIII . NETLEY ABBEY . FALL'N pile ! I ask not what has been thy fate ; But when the weak winds , wafted from the main , Through each rent arch , like spirits that complain , Come hollow to my ear , I ...
William Lisle Bowles. SONNET XXIII . NETLEY ABBEY . FALL'N pile ! I ask not what has been thy fate ; But when the weak winds , wafted from the main , Through each rent arch , like spirits that complain , Come hollow to my ear , I ...
36. oldal
... fall To the stern King of Terrors ! thou didst fly , By pity prompted , at the poor man's cry ; And soon thyself wert stretch'd beneath the pall , Livid Infection's prey . The deep distress Of her , who best thy inmost bosom knew , To ...
... fall To the stern King of Terrors ! thou didst fly , By pity prompted , at the poor man's cry ; And soon thyself wert stretch'd beneath the pall , Livid Infection's prey . The deep distress Of her , who best thy inmost bosom knew , To ...
50. oldal
... fall , the winter's wind , His temper's trembling texture seem'd to suit , Like airs of sadness the responsive lute . Yet deem not hence the social spirit dead , Though from the world's hard gaze his feelings fled . Alluding to Beauties ...
... fall , the winter's wind , His temper's trembling texture seem'd to suit , Like airs of sadness the responsive lute . Yet deem not hence the social spirit dead , Though from the world's hard gaze his feelings fled . Alluding to Beauties ...
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amid BAMBOROUGH CASTLE beam beat beauteous behold bells beneath BENWELL bow'rs breast bright brow bury'd cheer cliffs cold Cruttwell dark deep delight distant DONHEAD dreams Ev'n fading fantastick farewell flow'r forsaken gale grey HEADLEY hear heard heart heav'n hills hope HOTWELLS HOWARD JULY 22 LAZARETTOS life's list'ning lonely look lov'd magick majestick MATLOCK meek Midsummer Night's Dream MONODY morn mournful murmuring musick musing night o'er OSTEND pain pale pass'd peace pensive pity poor rejoice rocks sail scenes seem'd Sesac shade shadows shore sickness sigh sight silent sing skies slow smile song SONNET soothe sorrow sounds Southampton spirit steals strain stream sweet tear tempest tender thee thine thou dost thou hast thought tide tow'r TRINITY COLLEGE vale Virtue voice wander wander'd wave weary Whilst wild WINCHESTER COLLEGE WINCHESTER SCHOOL winds woods yonder youth
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177. oldal - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deform'd With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
19. oldal - Time ! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, Lulling to sad repose the weary sense, The faint pang stealest unperceived away; On thee I rest my only hope at last, And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, 1 may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile...
176. oldal - If it should ever be totally extinguished, the loss, I fear, will be great. It is this which has given its character to modern Europe. It is this which has distinguished it under all its forms of government, and distinguished it to its advantage, from the states of Asia, and possibly from those states which flourished in the most brilliant periods of the antique world.
164. oldal - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still. Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains.
138. oldal - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
16. oldal - How sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall, And now along the white and level tide They fling their melancholy music wide, Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer days...
14. oldal - Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet, Scarce hear the surge that has for ages beat, Sure many a lonely wanderer has stood, And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still Eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave Tomorrow...
176. oldal - All the decent drapery of life is to be rudely torn off. All the superadded ideas, furnished from the wardrobe of a moral imagination, which the heart owns and the understanding ratifies, as necessary to cover the defects of our naked, shivering nature, and to raise it to dignity in our own estimation, are to be exploded as a ridiculous, absurd, and antiquated fashion.
14. oldal - How many a lonely wanderer has stood ! And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave To-morrow ; of the friends he loved most dear ; Of social scenes, from which he wept to part...
177. oldal - To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire Upon thy foes, was never meant my task : But I can feel thy fortunes, and partake Thy joys and sorrows, with as true a heart As any thund'rer there.