The Pleasures of Memory, with Other PoemsThomas Bensley, 1801 - 187 oldal |
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... . From an effect we naturally ascend to the cause ; and the subject pro- posed is then unfolded with an investigation of the nature and leading principles of this faculty . It is evident that there is a continued suc- cession.
... . From an effect we naturally ascend to the cause ; and the subject pro- posed is then unfolded with an investigation of the nature and leading principles of this faculty . It is evident that there is a continued suc- cession.
8. oldal
... exercise to every mild and generous propen- sity . Not confined to man , it extends through all animated nature ; and its effects are pecu- liarly striking in the domestic tribes . Pothard del 2.35 . Heath sup PART I. With magic 8.
... exercise to every mild and generous propen- sity . Not confined to man , it extends through all animated nature ; and its effects are pecu- liarly striking in the domestic tribes . Pothard del 2.35 . Heath sup PART I. With magic 8.
10. oldal
... nature pleas'd , for life itself was new , And the heart promis'd what the fancy drew . See , thro ' the fractur'd pediment reveal'd , Where moss inlays the rudely sculptur'd shield , The martin's old , hereditary nest . Long may the 10.
... nature pleas'd , for life itself was new , And the heart promis'd what the fancy drew . See , thro ' the fractur'd pediment reveal'd , Where moss inlays the rudely sculptur'd shield , The martin's old , hereditary nest . Long may the 10.
15. oldal
Samuel Rogers. Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm , 1 When nature fades , and life forgets to charm ; Thee would the Muse invoke ! -to thee belong The sage's precept , and the poet's song . What soften'd views thy magic glass ...
Samuel Rogers. Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm , 1 When nature fades , and life forgets to charm ; Thee would the Muse invoke ! -to thee belong The sage's precept , and the poet's song . What soften'd views thy magic glass ...
20. oldal
... Nature's living hues , To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll , And trace its airy precincts in the soul . Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain , Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain . Awake but one , and lo ...
... Nature's living hues , To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll , And trace its airy precincts in the soul . Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain , Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain . Awake but one , and lo ...
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adieu Æneid bee-hives bids blest blush breast breath'd breathe bright calm cell charm charm'd Chas'd Cicero clime clouds confest controul coursers delight dreams dusky dwell echoes faded Fancy's feeling fled flings flows fond gale gaz'd gilds glows Gout grove hail hanging wood Hark heart Heath heav'n Hence Hist hues hung inspires iron tongue light lisp live lov'd lustre magic Maximian melts mind mould Muse native NAVARRE night NOTE C. P. NOTE f o'er pensive PLEASURES OF MEMORY PLUT rapture resign'd rise round rude sacred scene seraphic shade shadowy shed shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sooth soul sphere spirit spring steals Stothard sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas twilight vale vengeance rise Venice VESPASIAN Virtue wake wave weep wild wing youth
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65. oldal - Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! SAMUEL ROGERS.
28. oldal - Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more, His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each, With that mute eloquence which passes speech.— And see, the master but returns to die! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth, The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth, These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave, Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.
15. oldal - To soothe and sweeten all the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm, When nature fades and life forgets to charm; Thee would the Muse invoke! — to thee belong The sage's precept and the poet's song. What softened views thy magic glass reveals, When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals!
157. oldal - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, — That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
152. oldal - Still, still he views the parting look she gave. Her gentle spirit, lightly hovering o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And, when the beating billows round him roar, Whispers sweet hope to soothe his troubled soul. Carved is her name in many a spicy grove, In many a plantain-forest, waving wide ; Where dusky youths in painted plumage rove, And giant palms o'er-arch the golden tide.
20. oldal - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! * Each stamps its image as the other flies. Each, as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense, Brightens or fades; yet all, with magic art, Controul the latent fibres of the heart.
178. oldal - She sports her lovely face at public places ; And with blue, laughing eyes, behind her fan, First acts her part with that great actor, MAN. Too soon a flirt, approach her and she flies...
64. oldal - When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth...
163. oldal - Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey, From desert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud, And as the echoing cliffs reply, The huts peep o'er the morning cloud, Perch'd, like an eagle's nest, on high. THE BOY OF EOREMOND. " Say, what remains when Hope is fled*'' She answer'd, " Endless weeping !" For in the herdsman's eye she read Who in his shroud lay sleeping.
14. oldal - Childhood's loved group revisits every scene, — The tangled wood-walk, and the tufted green. Indulgent MEMORY wakes, and, lo, they live, Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give.