Literary Hours: Or, Sketches Critical and Narrative, 2. kötetJ. Burkitt, 1800 |
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7. oldal
... o'er the tir'd pilgrim of the vale , Cheering with fragrance fresh his weary frame , Aught like the incense of thy holy flame ? Is aught in all the beauties that adorn The azure Heaven , or purple light of morn ? Is aught so fair in ...
... o'er the tir'd pilgrim of the vale , Cheering with fragrance fresh his weary frame , Aught like the incense of thy holy flame ? Is aught in all the beauties that adorn The azure Heaven , or purple light of morn ? Is aught so fair in ...
89. oldal
... O'er yonder plain 25. I wish I were where Helen lies ! Chatterton Anon , Edwards . Pinkerton . 26. Pale wither'd wanderer , seek not here Roberts . 27. O ! that the chemist's magic artRogers . 28. Come , melancholy Moraliser , come ...
... O'er yonder plain 25. I wish I were where Helen lies ! Chatterton Anon , Edwards . Pinkerton . 26. Pale wither'd wanderer , seek not here Roberts . 27. O ! that the chemist's magic artRogers . 28. Come , melancholy Moraliser , come ...
105. oldal
... o'er the struggling globe he past , While pausing Nature shrank aghast , And thro ' the troubled gloom wild yell'd the fiend Despair . Servant of God ! destructive Power ! Whilst due to wrath the direful hour , Thou warn'st a guilty ...
... o'er the struggling globe he past , While pausing Nature shrank aghast , And thro ' the troubled gloom wild yell'd the fiend Despair . Servant of God ! destructive Power ! Whilst due to wrath the direful hour , Thou warn'st a guilty ...
106. oldal
... o'er the darkly - heaving waves , The storm with boundless fury raves , The Sailor starts aghast , His helm , to ruthless vengeance giv'n , O'er the vast surge speeds idly driv'n , As shrieks the hurrying blast : Cease , Emma , cease to ...
... o'er the darkly - heaving waves , The storm with boundless fury raves , The Sailor starts aghast , His helm , to ruthless vengeance giv'n , O'er the vast surge speeds idly driv'n , As shrieks the hurrying blast : Cease , Emma , cease to ...
107. oldal
... O'er thy sad fate how many a tear The hapless mother shed ! And must we , cried she , must we part ? Then clasp'd thee to her shudd'ring heart , Whilst in convulsive sighs thy little spirit fled . O thou , who rul'st the fleeting year ...
... O'er thy sad fate how many a tear The hapless mother shed ! And must we , cried she , must we part ? Then clasp'd thee to her shudd'ring heart , Whilst in convulsive sighs thy little spirit fled . O thou , who rul'st the fleeting year ...
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124. oldal - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po ; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
338. oldal - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
298. oldal - Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares, And frantic Passions, hear thy soft control.
3. oldal - I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I in a desert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections : — if I could not do better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to; — I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection ; — I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert; — if their leaves withered, I would teach myself to mourn: — and when...
458. oldal - Or gazed in merry clusters by your side ? Ye who can smile — to wisdom no disgrace — At the arch meaning of a kitten's face ; If spotless innocence, and infant mirth, Excites to praise, or gives reflection birth ; In shades like these pursue your favorite joy, Midst Nature's revels, sports that never cloy.
253. oldal - Along the woods, along the moorish fens, Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm ; And up among the loose disjointed cliffs, And fractur'd mountains wild, the brawling brook And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan, Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear.
71. oldal - Inspire my dreams, and my wild wanderings guide ; Your voice each rugged path of life can smooth, For well I know, wherever ye reside, There harmony, and peace, and innocence abide.
229. oldal - I sit by the mossy fountain; on the top of the hill of winds. One tree is rustling above me. Dark waves roll over the heath. The lake is troubled below. The deer descend from the hill. No hunter at a distance is seen. It is mid-day: but all is silent.
242. oldal - There oft is heard, at midnight, or at noon, Beginning faint, but rising still more loud, And nearer, voice of hunters, and of hounds, And horns, hoarse winded, blowing far and keen: — Forthwith the hubbub multiplies; the gale Labours with wilder shrieks, and rifer din Of hot pursuit; the broken cry of deer Mangled by throttling dogs; the shouts of men, And hoofs, thick beating on the hollow hill.
243. oldal - Or thither, where beneath the show'ry west The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid : Once foes, perhaps, together now they rest...