The Minstrel; Or, The Progress of Genius: With Some Other PoemsJ.Mawman, ... 1805. By T.Gillet, 1805 - 120 oldal |
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xxxvi. oldal
... death of the latter was occasioned by a rapid fever . The suddenness of the shock made it more deeply felt by the father , as he had not yet reco- vered from the loss of the eldest , who was taken from him by the slow process of ...
... death of the latter was occasioned by a rapid fever . The suddenness of the shock made it more deeply felt by the father , as he had not yet reco- vered from the loss of the eldest , who was taken from him by the slow process of ...
xxxvii. oldal
... death of his second and last child , in 1796. His hopes of a successor , of his name and fa- mily , had probably been revived in this youth , who exhibited many proofs of early genius , and for some time before his death had prosecuted ...
... death of his second and last child , in 1796. His hopes of a successor , of his name and fa- mily , had probably been revived in this youth , who exhibited many proofs of early genius , and for some time before his death had prosecuted ...
26. oldal
... Death lays waste thy house , and flames consume thy store . 47 A stifled smile of stern vindictive joy Brighten'd one moment Edwin's starting tear , " But why should gold man's feeble mind decoy , " And innocence thus die by doom severe ...
... Death lays waste thy house , and flames consume thy store . 47 A stifled smile of stern vindictive joy Brighten'd one moment Edwin's starting tear , " But why should gold man's feeble mind decoy , " And innocence thus die by doom severe ...
60. oldal
... death . The mind untaught " Is a dark waste , where fiends and tempests howl ; " As Phœbus to the world , is Science to the soul . 47 " And Reason now thro ' Number , Time , and Space , " Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye , " And ...
... death . The mind untaught " Is a dark waste , where fiends and tempests howl ; " As Phœbus to the world , is Science to the soul . 47 " And Reason now thro ' Number , Time , and Space , " Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye , " And ...
63. oldal
... Death's level'd 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 . 53 , " Nor less to regulate man's moral frame ...
... Death's level'd 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 . 53 , " Nor less to regulate man's moral frame ...
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MINSTREL OR THE PROGRESS OF GE James 1735-1803 Beattie,Richard 1765-1836 Westall,Charles 1785-1848 Heath Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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3. oldal - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
7. oldal - Oh, 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...
118. oldal - 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.
22. 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 ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
13. oldal - And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, When all in mist the world below was lost. What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime, Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast, And view th...
16. oldal - And be it so. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn : But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return ? Is yonder wave the sun's eternal bed ? Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn, And Spring shall soon her vital influence shed, Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead.
42. 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.
11. oldal - Silent when glad ; affectionate, though shy ; And now his look was most demurely sad ; And now he laugh'd aloud, yet none knew why. The neighbours star'd and sigh'd, yet bless'd the lad : Some deem'd him wondrous wise, and some believed him mad.
45. oldal - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
xxxiv. oldal - Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison...