Sonnets, and Other Poems, 1. kötetCruttwell, 1800 - 180 oldal |
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11. oldal
... sigh'd , As Youth , and Hope's delusive gleams , flew fast ? Is it that those , who circled on thy shore , Companions of my youth , now meet no more ? Whate'er the cause , upon thy banks I bend , Sorrowing , yet feel such solace at my ...
... sigh'd , As Youth , and Hope's delusive gleams , flew fast ? Is it that those , who circled on thy shore , Companions of my youth , now meet no more ? Whate'er the cause , upon thy banks I bend , Sorrowing , yet feel such solace at my ...
21. oldal
... sighing sedge ! And now reposing on thy banks once more , I bid the pipe farewell , and that sad lay Whose musick on my melancholy way I woo'd : amid thy waving willows hoar Seeking awhile to rest - till the bright sun Of joy return ...
... sighing sedge ! And now reposing on thy banks once more , I bid the pipe farewell , and that sad lay Whose musick on my melancholy way I woo'd : amid thy waving willows hoar Seeking awhile to rest - till the bright sun Of joy return ...
34. oldal
... ( Sighing to think how time has worn away ) " Some spirit speaks in the sweet tone that swells , " Heard after years of absence , from the vale " Where Cherwell winds . " Most true it speaks the ta Of days departed , and its voice recalls ...
... ( Sighing to think how time has worn away ) " Some spirit speaks in the sweet tone that swells , " Heard after years of absence , from the vale " Where Cherwell winds . " Most true it speaks the ta Of days departed , and its voice recalls ...
42. oldal
... sigh On the cold vault that shall their bones inurn ; Whilst every breeze seems , as it whispers by , To breathe of comfort never to return . Yet oft , as sadly - thronging dreams arise , Awhile forgetful of their pain they gaze , A ...
... sigh On the cold vault that shall their bones inurn ; Whilst every breeze seems , as it whispers by , To breathe of comfort never to return . Yet oft , as sadly - thronging dreams arise , Awhile forgetful of their pain they gaze , A ...
68. oldal
... blast Of the Archangel's trump , be but as shadows past ! Relentless Time , that steals with silent tread , Shall tear away the trophies of the dead . Fame , on the pyramid's aspiring top , With sighs 68 THE GRAVE OF HOWARD .
... blast Of the Archangel's trump , be but as shadows past ! Relentless Time , that steals with silent tread , Shall tear away the trophies of the dead . Fame , on the pyramid's aspiring top , With sighs 68 THE GRAVE OF HOWARD .
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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.