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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18. oldal
... thou hast dry'd the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear , may look back on every sorrow past , : And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile- As some lone bird , at day's departing hour , Sings in the sunbeam ...
... thou hast dry'd the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear , may look back on every sorrow past , : And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile- As some lone bird , at day's departing hour , Sings in the sunbeam ...
26. oldal
... thou dost leave to solitude and tears , To busy phantasies , and boding fears , Lest ill betide thee : but ' twill not be long , And the hard season shall be past : till then Live happy ; sometimes the forsaken shade Rememb'ring , and ...
... thou dost leave to solitude and tears , To busy phantasies , and boding fears , Lest ill betide thee : but ' twill not be long , And the hard season shall be past : till then Live happy ; sometimes the forsaken shade Rememb'ring , and ...
27. oldal
... thou art gone , Whose ancient trees on the rough slope reclin'd Rock , and at times scatter their tresses sear . If in such shades , beneath their murmuring , Thou late hast pass'd the happier hours of spring , With sadness thou wilt ...
... thou art gone , Whose ancient trees on the rough slope reclin'd Rock , and at times scatter their tresses sear . If in such shades , beneath their murmuring , Thou late hast pass'd the happier hours of spring , With sadness thou wilt ...
30. oldal
... ; as they would scorn This short - liv'd scene of vanity and woe ; Whilst on their sad looks smilingly they bear The trace of creeping age , and the dim hue of care ! SONNET XXIV . 0 HARMONY ! thou tenderest nurse of 30 39 SONNETS .
... ; as they would scorn This short - liv'd scene of vanity and woe ; Whilst on their sad looks smilingly they bear The trace of creeping age , and the dim hue of care ! SONNET XXIV . 0 HARMONY ! thou tenderest nurse of 30 39 SONNETS .
31. oldal
... thou leadest all thy soothing strains More smooth along , the silent passions meet In one suspended transport , sad and sweet , And nought but sorrow's softest touch remains , That , when the transitory charm is o'er , Just wakes a tear ...
... thou leadest all thy soothing strains More smooth along , the silent passions meet In one suspended transport , sad and sweet , And nought but sorrow's softest touch remains , That , when the transitory charm is o'er , Just wakes a tear ...
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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.