The Pleasures of Memory,: With Other PoemsT. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, in the Strand., 1799 - 188 oldal |
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24. oldal
... fire . And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth , 5 Warm as the life , and with the mirror's truth . 224 Hence home - felt pleasure prompts the Patriot's figh ; " This makes him wish to live , and dare to die . For this FOSCARI ...
... fire . And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth , 5 Warm as the life , and with the mirror's truth . 224 Hence home - felt pleasure prompts the Patriot's figh ; " This makes him wish to live , and dare to die . For this FOSCARI ...
29. oldal
... aged tenant of the vale Lean'd on his staff to lengthen out the tale ; 300 Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breath'd , From fire to fon with pious zeal bequeath'd . When o'er the blafted heath the day declin'd , And OF MEMORY . 29.
... aged tenant of the vale Lean'd on his staff to lengthen out the tale ; 300 Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breath'd , From fire to fon with pious zeal bequeath'd . When o'er the blafted heath the day declin'd , And OF MEMORY . 29.
51. oldal
... fire , When , richly bronz'd by many a fummer - fun , 155 He counts his scars , and tells what deeds were done . Go , with old Thames , view Chelfea's glorious pile ; And ask the shatter'd hero , whence his smile ? Go , view the ...
... fire , When , richly bronz'd by many a fummer - fun , 155 He counts his scars , and tells what deeds were done . Go , with old Thames , view Chelfea's glorious pile ; And ask the shatter'd hero , whence his smile ? Go , view the ...
60. oldal
... , hail'd him as his guest , Won by the honeft warmth his looks exprefs'd . He wore the ruftic manners of a ' Squire ; Age had not quench'd one spark of manly fire ; 290 But giant Gout had bound him in her chain , 60 THE PLEASURES.
... , hail'd him as his guest , Won by the honeft warmth his looks exprefs'd . He wore the ruftic manners of a ' Squire ; Age had not quench'd one spark of manly fire ; 290 But giant Gout had bound him in her chain , 60 THE PLEASURES.
62. oldal
... fire to please , Her gentle gaiety , and native ease , Had won his foul ; and rapturous Fancy shed Her golden lights and tints of rofy red ; 315 But ah ! few days had pafs'd , ere the bright vifion fled ! When evening ting'd the lake's ...
... fire to please , Her gentle gaiety , and native ease , Had won his foul ; and rapturous Fancy shed Her golden lights and tints of rofy red ; 315 But ah ! few days had pafs'd , ere the bright vifion fled ! When evening ting'd the lake's ...
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Æneid beſt bids bleft bluſh breaſt breath'd breathe burſts buſy cell charm chaſe Cicero clime cloſe controul courſe delight diſtant duſky facred fays fecret ferene fhade fhadowy fhall fhould figh filent firſt fleep flings flow fmile foft fome fond foon footh forrows foul fource fprings friendſhip ftill ftreaming fweet fwells glows grove gueſt hail happineſs heart heav'n Hence Hift honeft houſe hung imperial eagle Infpiration landſcape laſt light lov'd Maximian mind moft moſt mufing Muſe native NOTE o'er paffed pauſe penfive pleaſe pleaſure PLEASURES OF MEMORY purſued repoſe rife round rude ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſky ſmall ſmile ſphere ſpirit ſtart ſteals ſtill ſubject ſweet tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trace triumphs Twas uſe vale Verſe VESPASIAN vifions VIRGIL's tomb wake wave weep whiſper whofe Whoſe wild wing wiſh youth
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178. oldal - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear , A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
178. oldal - A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, With merry peals shall...
54. oldal - And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle...
163. 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.
21. oldal - PROSPERO'S mysterious spell Drew every subject-spirit to his cell; Each, at thy call, advances or retires, As judgment dictates, or the scene inspires. Each thrills the seat of sense, that sacred source Whence the fine nerves direct their mazy course, And thro...
87. oldal - Ghent, and, after stopping there a few days, to indulge that tender and pleasing melancholy which arises in the mind of every man in the decline of life on visiting the place of his nativity and viewing the scenes and objects familiar to him in his early youth...
159. oldal - ... shore, As all its lessening turrets bluely fade ; He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more, And busy fancy fondly lends her aid. Ah ! now, each dear, domestic scene he knew...
163. oldal - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
20. oldal - Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies.
97. oldal - HENCE, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence ! Thy chain of adamant can bind That little world, the human mind, And sink its noblest powers to impotence. Wake the lion's loudest roar, Clot his shaggy mane with gore, With flashing fury bid his eye-balls shine ; Meek is his savage, sullen soul, to thine ! Thy touch, thy deadening touch has steeled the breast, Whence, thro...