Sonnets, and Other Poems,T. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, Strand, and J. Mawman, Poultry, London; and R. Cruttwell, Bath., 1800 - 180 oldal |
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11. oldal
... behold thy banks again , Thy crumbling margin , and thy silver breast , On which the self - same tints still seem to rest , Why feels my heart the shiv'ring sense of pain ? Is it that many a summer's day hast past Since , in life's morn ...
... behold thy banks again , Thy crumbling margin , and thy silver breast , On which the self - same tints still seem to rest , Why feels my heart the shiv'ring sense of pain ? Is it that many a summer's day hast past Since , in life's morn ...
35. oldal
... behold far off thy tow'ring crest , Proud Mountain ! from thy heights as slow I stray Down through the distant vale my homeward way , I shall behold , upon thy rugged breast , The parting sun sit smiling : me the while , Escap'd the ...
... behold far off thy tow'ring crest , Proud Mountain ! from thy heights as slow I stray Down through the distant vale my homeward way , I shall behold , upon thy rugged breast , The parting sun sit smiling : me the while , Escap'd the ...
57. oldal
... behold ! Thought shrinks from the dread sight ; the paly lamp Burns faint amid th ' infectious vapours damp ; Beneath its light full many a livid mien , And haggard eye - ball , through the dusk are seen . In thought I see thee , at ...
... behold ! Thought shrinks from the dread sight ; the paly lamp Burns faint amid th ' infectious vapours damp ; Beneath its light full many a livid mien , And haggard eye - ball , through the dusk are seen . In thought I see thee , at ...
65. oldal
... behold thy victory - assume A form more terrible , an ampler plume ; For He , who wander'd o'er the world alone , List'ning to misery's universal moan ; He , who , sustain'd by Virtue's arm sublime , Tended the sick and poor from clime ...
... behold thy victory - assume A form more terrible , an ampler plume ; For He , who wander'd o'er the world alone , List'ning to misery's universal moan ; He , who , sustain'd by Virtue's arm sublime , Tended the sick and poor from clime ...
77. oldal
... behold him now ? On some rude shore , Around whose crags the cheerless billows roar , Watching th ' unweary'd sages doth he stand , And think upon his father's distant land ? Or has his heart forgot , so far away , Abba Thulé.
... behold him now ? On some rude shore , Around whose crags the cheerless billows roar , Watching th ' unweary'd sages doth he stand , And think upon his father's distant land ? Or has his heart forgot , so far away , Abba Thulé.
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amid BAMBOROUGH CASTLE beam beat beauteous behold beneath BENWELL breast bright brow bury'd cheer cliffs cold croud Cruttwell dark deep delight distant DONHEAD Ev'n fading fantastick farewell flow'r forsaken Friend of mankind gale gaze grey HEADLEY hear heard heart heav'n hills hope HOTWELLS HOWARD LAZARETTOS life's lonely look lov'd magick majestick MATLOCK meek Midsummer Night's Dream morn mournful murmuring musick musing night o'er OSTEND pain pale pass'd peace Pelew Islands pensive pity poor rejoice rocks romantick scenes seem'd Sesac shade shore sickness sigh sight silent sing skies 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 wand'ring wander'd wasted wave weary WENSBECK Whilst wild WINCHESTER COLLEGE WINCHESTER SCHOOL wind woods yonder youth
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176. 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.
18. 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...
179. oldal - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
163. 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 Memory slept.
179. oldal - Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, cither it was different in blood ; Her.
13. 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 - 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.
15. 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, and those delightful years, When by my native streams...
137. 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...
34. oldal - I NEVER hear the sound of thy glad bells, Oxford, and chime harmonious, but I say, 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.