Affection: With Other Poemsauthor, 1807 - 210 oldal |
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3. oldal
... of wo assail the ear ? Why , lovely Philomel , those plaintive strains ? Sweet chauntress of the solemn midnight hou I love to hear thy song mellifluous flow ; But why complain ? Ah ! thou hast cause to IVY NIGHTINGALE . 3.
... of wo assail the ear ? Why , lovely Philomel , those plaintive strains ? Sweet chauntress of the solemn midnight hou I love to hear thy song mellifluous flow ; But why complain ? Ah ! thou hast cause to IVY NIGHTINGALE . 3.
4. oldal
With Other Poems Henry Smithers. But why complain ? Ah ! thou hast cause to mourn Robb'd of thy mate , and of thy unfledged brood , Affection wakes in thee those heartfelt tones , The farewell anthem to thine own decease . Nor be that ...
With Other Poems Henry Smithers. But why complain ? Ah ! thou hast cause to mourn Robb'd of thy mate , and of thy unfledged brood , Affection wakes in thee those heartfelt tones , The farewell anthem to thine own decease . Nor be that ...
5. oldal
... cause of man Deserve the note of praise . Poor mariner ! ' Twas thine , when wreck'd by overwhelming storm On England's eastern coast , to trust thy store To no unfaithful friend : no force could tear The treasure from his grasp , till ...
... cause of man Deserve the note of praise . Poor mariner ! ' Twas thine , when wreck'd by overwhelming storm On England's eastern coast , to trust thy store To no unfaithful friend : no force could tear The treasure from his grasp , till ...
13. oldal
... cause , Uprear'd their banners and repell'd each foe , When Gallia dared with bold and impious hand Prophane thy altars and subvert thy laws ? Was it in envy of thy simple charms , Thy manners bland , thy dear domestic joys , Deep ...
... cause , Uprear'd their banners and repell'd each foe , When Gallia dared with bold and impious hand Prophane thy altars and subvert thy laws ? Was it in envy of thy simple charms , Thy manners bland , thy dear domestic joys , Deep ...
14. oldal
... cause of liberty ; And since she hath become of power to choose , Reason hath well confirm'd , what precept taught . I love the feather'd race , and gladly hear The Aviary of Heaven . Sweeter far The wildest warblings of the woodland ...
... cause of liberty ; And since she hath become of power to choose , Reason hath well confirm'd , what precept taught . I love the feather'd race , and gladly hear The Aviary of Heaven . Sweeter far The wildest warblings of the woodland ...
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Abba Thulle affection Affection's ALEXANDER POPE altars animal arms attachment beneath benevolence bless'd blessings blest bloom bosom breast bright Britain Britons burst Captain Wilson charm cheer Christian cornac creation dare dark dear death deep delight desart dreadful e'en earth elephant endear'd faithful fate feel female filial flame fond form'd Gelert Gregory Page hand happy HARVARD COLLEGE hath heart heaven honour honour'd hope hour human inclosure Isle land Lee Boo Llewellyn's lofty Lord Lord Nelson Lysippe Macedon midst mind mother muse nature nature's never nursled o'er observed parent Petrarch plains plant pleasure QUADRUPEDS Queen Queen of Denmark race rapture reign religion rich sacred savage scene shores sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit storm strong Struensee sweet tear tender thee Theodosius Theophrastus thou throne tion tomb Twas virtue voice whilst wing wretched yield youth Zaleucus
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206. oldal - Then Peter opened his mouth, and said, "Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons: But in every nation he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with him.
137. oldal - Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!
113. oldal - Nor scathe had he, nor harm, nor dread, But, the same couch beneath, Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death ! Ah, what was then...
186. oldal - For him, the milk or corn prepare. The storm is o'er; the tempest past; And Mercy's voice has hush'd the blast. The wind is heard in whispers low, The White Man, far away must go; — But ever in his heart will bear Remembrance of the Negro's care.
137. oldal - Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
187. oldal - With man it has often been otherwise. In wandering over the barren plains of inhospitable Denmark, through honest Sweden...
136. oldal - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
184. oldal - The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words, literally translated, were these : " The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk — no wife to grind his corn.
164. oldal - Do not strike him into that most dreadful of all human conditions, the orphanage that springs not from the grave, that falls not from the hand of Providence or the stroke of death ; but comes before its time, anticipated and inflicted by the remorseless cruelty of parental guilt.
183. oldal - About sunset, however, as I was preparing to pass the night in this manner, and had turned my horse loose that he might graze at liberty, a woman, returning from the labours of the field, stopped to observe me, and perceiving that I was weary and dejected, inquired into my situation, which I briefly explained to her; whereupon, with looks of great compassion, she took up my saddle and bridle, and told me to follow her.