The Minstrel; Or, The Progress of Genius: With Some Other PoemsJ.Mawman, ... 1805. By T.Gillet, 1805 - 120 oldal |
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... groves at eve the lonely swain Enraptured roams , to gaze on Nature's charms . They hate the sensual , and scorn the vain , The parasite their influence never warms , Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold alarms . 5 Though richest ...
... groves at eve the lonely swain Enraptured roams , to gaze on Nature's charms . They hate the sensual , and scorn the vain , The parasite their influence never warms , Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold alarms . 5 Though richest ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... groves , or vales of Arcady ; But he , I ween , was of the north countrie * ; A nation fam'd for song , and beauty's charms ; Zealous , yet modest ; innocent , though free ; Patient of toil ; serene amidst alarms ; Inflexible in faith ...
... groves , or vales of Arcady ; But he , I ween , was of the north countrie * ; A nation fam'd for song , and beauty's charms ; Zealous , yet modest ; innocent , though free ; Patient of toil ; serene amidst alarms ; Inflexible in faith ...
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... d stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led , There would he wander wild , till Phœbus ' beam , Shot from the western cliff , released the weary team . 18 Th ' exploit of strength , dexterity , or THE MINSTREL . 1i.
... d stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led , There would he wander wild , till Phœbus ' beam , Shot from the western cliff , released the weary team . 18 Th ' exploit of strength , dexterity , or THE MINSTREL . 1i.
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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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...