The Minstrel: Or, The Progress of Genius. In Two Books. With Some Other PoemsWilliam Durell, no. 106, Maiden-Lane, P. Heard, printer, 1802 - 124 oldal |
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... adorn , Yet horror screams from his discordant throat . Rise , sons of harmony , and hail the morn , While warbling larks on russet pinions float : Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote , Where the gay linnets carol from the hill ...
... adorn , Yet horror screams from his discordant throat . Rise , sons of harmony , and hail the morn , While warbling larks on russet pinions float : Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote , Where the gay linnets carol from the hill ...
24. oldal
... adorn the mead . XXVII . " Shall I be left forgotten in the dust , " When Fate , relenting , lets the flower revive ? " Shall nature's voice to man alone unjust , " Bid him , though doom'd to perish , hope to live ? " Is it for this ...
... adorn the mead . XXVII . " Shall I be left forgotten in the dust , " When Fate , relenting , lets the flower revive ? " Shall nature's voice to man alone unjust , " Bid him , though doom'd to perish , hope to live ? " Is it for this ...
29. oldal
... the scenes of morn , Where the fresh flowers in living lustre blow , Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are born . XXXVIII . But who the melodies of morn can tell THE MINSTREL . 29.
... the scenes of morn , Where the fresh flowers in living lustre blow , Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are born . XXXVIII . But who the melodies of morn can tell THE MINSTREL . 29.
53. oldal
... adorn the marble tomb " With trophies , rhymes , and ' scutcheons of renown , " In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome , " Where night and desolation ever frown . " Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; " Where a green grassy ...
... adorn the marble tomb " With trophies , rhymes , and ' scutcheons of renown , " In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome , " Where night and desolation ever frown . " Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; " Where a green grassy ...
54. oldal
... heaven's darling child , " Whom nature's best divinest gifts adorn , " Why from thy home are truth and joy exiled , " And all thy favourite haunts with blood and tears defiled ! PUBLIC LINER ASTOR . INOX AND TILDEN : 1 XX 34 THE MINSTREL .
... heaven's darling child , " Whom nature's best divinest gifts adorn , " Why from thy home are truth and joy exiled , " And all thy favourite haunts with blood and tears defiled ! PUBLIC LINER ASTOR . INOX AND TILDEN : 1 XX 34 THE MINSTREL .
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19. oldal - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
15. oldal - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
124. oldal - So breaks on the traveller faint and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of death, smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
19. oldal - Stung with disease, and stupified with spleen ; Fain to implore the aid of flattery's screen, Even from thyself thy loathsome heart to hide (The mansion then no more of joy serene), Where fear, distrust, malevolence abide, And impotent desire, and disappointed pride...
26. oldal - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene» In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on ocean-wave serene The southern sun diffused his dazzling shene*.
31. oldal - Or, when the setting Moon, in crimson dyed, Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep, To haunted stream, remote from man, he hied, Where fays of yore their revels wont to keep ; And there let Fancy rove at large, till sleep A vision brought to his entranced sight.
123. oldal - Father of light,' then I cried, ' Thy creature, who fain would not wander from Thee : Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride : From doubt and from darkness Thou only canst free.
11. oldal - HE design was, to trace the progress of a Poetical Genius, born in a rude age, from the first dawning of fancy and reason, till that period at which he may be supposed capable of appearing in the world as a MINSTREL...
21. oldal - An honest heart was almost all his stock; His drink the living water from the rock: The milky dams supplied his board, and lent Their kindly fleece to baffle winter's shock ; And he, though oft with dust and sweat besprent, Did guide and guard their wanderings, wheresoe'er they went. xm From labour health, from health contentment springs : Contentment opes the source of every joy.
43. oldal - Is there a heart that music cannot melt ? Alas ! how is that rugged heart forlorn ! Is there who ne'er those mystic transports felt Of solitude and melancholy born ? He needs not woo the Muse ; he is her scorn : The sophist's rope of cobweb he shall twine ; Mope o'er the schoolman's peevish page; or mourn, And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine ; Sneak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton swine.