The Pleasures of Memory, with Other PoemsThomas Bensley, 1801 - 187 oldal |
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12. oldal
... breathe the soul of Inspiration round . As o'er the dusky furniture I bend , Each chair awakes the feelings of a friend . The storied arras , source of fond delight , With old achievement charms the wilder'd sight ; And still with ...
... breathe the soul of Inspiration round . As o'er the dusky furniture I bend , Each chair awakes the feelings of a friend . The storied arras , source of fond delight , With old achievement charms the wilder'd sight ; And still with ...
13. oldal
... breathing thro ' their dust , Still from the frame , in mould gigantic cast , Starting to life - all whisper of the past ! As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , What fond illusions swarm in every grove ! How oft , when purple ...
... breathing thro ' their dust , Still from the frame , in mould gigantic cast , Starting to life - all whisper of the past ! As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , What fond illusions swarm in every grove ! How oft , when purple ...
46. oldal
... sweet the soothings of his art ! * From the rude stone what bright ideas start ! E'en now he claims the amaranthine wreath , With scenes that glow , with images that breathe ! And whence these scenes , these images , declare . 46.
... sweet the soothings of his art ! * From the rude stone what bright ideas start ! E'en now he claims the amaranthine wreath , With scenes that glow , with images that breathe ! And whence these scenes , these images , declare . 46.
53. oldal
... breathe their sweet , seraphic harmonies ! Once , and domestic annals tell the time , ( Preserv'd in Cumbria's rude , romantic clime ) When Nature smil'd , and o'er the landscape threw Her richest fragrance , and her brightest hue , A ...
... breathe their sweet , seraphic harmonies ! Once , and domestic annals tell the time , ( Preserv'd in Cumbria's rude , romantic clime ) When Nature smil'd , and o'er the landscape threw Her richest fragrance , and her brightest hue , A ...
144. oldal
... frame , And moulds the features of her soul , Breathing a prophetic flame . The cavern frowns ; its hundred mouths unclose ! And , in the thunder's voice , the fate of empire flows . III . 1 . Mona , thy Druid - rites 144.
... frame , And moulds the features of her soul , Breathing a prophetic flame . The cavern frowns ; its hundred mouths unclose ! And , in the thunder's voice , the fate of empire flows . III . 1 . Mona , thy Druid - rites 144.
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adieu Æneid bee-hives bend bids blest blush BOILEAU breast breath'd breathe calm cell charm charm'd Chas'd Cicero clime clouds confest controul coursers delight dreams dusky 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 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 rever'd rise round rude sacred scene seraphic shade shadowy shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sooth soul sphere spirit spring steals Stothard stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trac'd trace trembling triumphs truth Twas twilight vale Venice VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb Virtue wake wave weep wild wing youth
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171. 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.
30. 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.
157. oldal - OH ! that the Chemist's magic art Could crystallize this sacred treasure ! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from CHLOE'S eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cell— The spring of Sensibility ! • • Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee die rays of Virtue shine; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
172. 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. 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.
167. oldal - The ring-dove builds and murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager : The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet...
92. oldal - ... the several degrees of angels may probably have larger views, and some of them be endowed with capacities able to retain together, and constantly set before them, as in one picture, all their past knowledge at once.
66. 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...
66. oldal - Hail, MEMORY, hail ! in thy exhaustless mine From age to age unnumbered treasures shine ! Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey, And Place and Time are subject to thy sway ! Thy pleasures most we feel, when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own.
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.
12. oldal - Marked each pure thought, ere registered on high ; Still, still ye walk the consecrated ground, And breathe the soul of Inspiration round.