The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English AuthorsW.B. Gilley and H.I. Megarey, 1821 - 259 oldal |
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18. oldal
... head ; Or , where the maze of some bewilder'd stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led , There would he wander wild , till Pœbus ' beam , Shot from the western cliff , releas'd the weary team . The exploit of strength ...
... head ; Or , where the maze of some bewilder'd stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led , There would he wander wild , till Pœbus ' beam , Shot from the western cliff , releas'd the weary team . The exploit of strength ...
36. oldal
... head , And herbs for food with future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the lulling sound of grove and stream , Romantic visions swarm on Edwin's soul : He minded not the sun's last trembling gleam , Nor heard from far the twilight curfew toll ...
... head , And herbs for food with future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the lulling sound of grove and stream , Romantic visions swarm on Edwin's soul : He minded not the sun's last trembling gleam , Nor heard from far the twilight curfew toll ...
50. oldal
... head " Ceres and Flora , to the sunny dale , " To fan their glowing charms , invite the fluttering gale . " What dire necessities on every hand " Our art , our strength , our fortitude require ! " Our foes intestine what a numerous band ...
... head " Ceres and Flora , to the sunny dale , " To fan their glowing charms , invite the fluttering gale . " What dire necessities on every hand " Our art , our strength , our fortitude require ! " Our foes intestine what a numerous band ...
51. oldal
... head on high , nor fear , " Th ' assault of foreign or domestic crime , " While public faith , and public love sincere , " And Industry and Law maintain their sway severe . " Enraptur'd by the Hermit's strain , the Youth Proceeds the ...
... head on high , nor fear , " Th ' assault of foreign or domestic crime , " While public faith , and public love sincere , " And Industry and Law maintain their sway severe . " Enraptur'd by the Hermit's strain , the Youth Proceeds the ...
54. oldal
... head , Where cares long since have shed untimely snow , Ah ! now for comfort whither shall I go ? No more thy soothing voice my anguish cheers : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow , My hopes to cherish , and allay my fears ...
... head , Where cares long since have shed untimely snow , Ah ! now for comfort whither shall I go ? No more thy soothing voice my anguish cheers : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow , My hopes to cherish , and allay my fears ...
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agen bard beam beauty beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath call'd calm charms cheer clouds dark death deep dread e'er earth Edwin eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fire flame flowers gale gentle gloomy glory grace grave Greece groves hand heart heaven Hermit horror hour Indolence light lonely lov'd love lies bleeding lyre mind moping morn mountains mourn Muse Musidora nature Nature's ne'er never night nursling o'er pain peace Philomela pity pleasure praise pride rage raptures repose rills rise round Rous'd scene seem'd seraph shade shore sigh skies sleep smil'd smile soft song sooth sorrow soul sound spleen Stamp'd storm stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thro toil trembling Twas tyrant vale vext virtue voice wandering wave weary ween Whilst wild wings wretch youth
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127. oldal - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
16. 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.
183. oldal - Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, And estimate the blessings which they share, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind ; As different good, by art or nature given To different nations, makes their blessings even.
185. oldal - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand, To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
192. oldal - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
182. oldal - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
136. oldal - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn ! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
119. oldal - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
191. oldal - Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast, and freedom on each brow. How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fir*d at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring ; Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride, And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspes glide.
107. oldal - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.