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... shine between the hills , 156 The grots that echo to the tinkling rills , The dying gales that pant upon the trees , The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid , Or lull to rest the visionary ...
... shine between the hills , 156 The grots that echo to the tinkling rills , The dying gales that pant upon the trees , The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid , Or lull to rest the visionary ...
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... shine of the spotless mind ! Each pray'r accepted , and each wish resign'd ; Labour , and rest , that equal periods keep ; 211 " Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep ; " Desires compos'd , affections ever even ; Tears that delight ...
... shine of the spotless mind ! Each pray'r accepted , and each wish resign'd ; Labour , and rest , that equal periods keep ; 211 " Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep ; " Desires compos'd , affections ever even ; Tears that delight ...
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... shine , 341 And saints embrace thee with a love like mine . May one kind grave unite each hapless name , And graft my love immortal on thy fame ! NOTES . Ver . 339. ] These circumstances are conformable to the no- tions of mystic ...
... shine , 341 And saints embrace thee with a love like mine . May one kind grave unite each hapless name , And graft my love immortal on thy fame ! NOTES . Ver . 339. ] These circumstances are conformable to the no- tions of mystic ...
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... shine ; Tho ' Jove himself no less content would be To part his throne and share his heav'n with thee ; Yet stay , great Cæsar ! and vouchsafe to reign O'er the wide earth , and o'er the wat'ry main : Resign to Jove his empire of the ...
... shine ; Tho ' Jove himself no less content would be To part his throne and share his heav'n with thee ; Yet stay , great Cæsar ! and vouchsafe to reign O'er the wide earth , and o'er the wat'ry main : Resign to Jove his empire of the ...
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... shine , Blaze on the brims , and sparkle in the wine- Say , wretched rivals ! what provokes your rage ? Say to what end your impious arms engage ? Not all bright Phoebus views in early morn , Or when his ev'ning beams the west adorn ...
... shine , Blaze on the brims , and sparkle in the wine- Say , wretched rivals ! what provokes your rage ? Say to what end your impious arms engage ? Not all bright Phoebus views in early morn , Or when his ev'ning beams the west adorn ...
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Page 354 - VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV. OB. FEB. XIV. MDCCXX. Statesman, yet Friend to Truth! of Soul sincere, In Action faithful, and in Honour clear! Who broke no Promise, serv'd no private End, Who gain'd no Title, and who lost no Friend, Ennobled by Himself, by All approv'd, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Muse he lov'd. THE
Page 35 - let the pealing organ blow In the full-voic'd quire below ; In service high and anthem clear, As may with sweetness through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heav'n before mine eyes.
Page 356 - to this fair Urn we trust. And sacred, place by DRYDEN'S awful dust: Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy Tomb shall guide inquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest! Blest in thy Genius, in thy Love too blest!
Page 351 - Vice had his hate and pity too. Blest Courtier! who could King and country please, Yet sacred keep his Friendships, and his Ease. Blest Peer! his great Forefathers ev'ry grace Reflecting, and reflected in his Race ; Where other BUCKHURSTS, other DORSETS shine, And Patriots still, or Poets, deck the line. NOTES.
Page 27 - heat? Yet, yet I love !—From Abelard it came, And Elo'isa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name ! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd; 10 Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:
Page 92 - me live, or die unknown: Oh ! grant an honest fame, or grant me none ! " THIS poem contains great strokes of Gothic imagination, yet bordering often on the most ideal and capricious extravagance. The poet, in a vision, sees a temple of glass; ' In which were more images Of gold stondinge in sundrie stages,
Page 191 - Corinth's pleasing site surveys. Twas now the time when Phoebus yields to night, And rising Cynthia sheds her silver light, 475 Wide o'er the world in solemn pomp she drew, Her airy chariot hung with pearly dew ; All birds and beasts lie hush'd ; sleep steals away The wild desires of men, and toils of day,
Page 40 - more I hear, no more I view, 235 The phantom flies me, as unkind as you, I call aloud; it hears not what I say : I stretch my empty arms ; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes ; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise ; 240 NOTES.
Page 17 - But when from hence he plung'd into the main, Deucalion scorn'd, and Pyrrha lov'd in vain. Haste, Sappho, haste, from high Leucadia throw Thy wretched weight, nor dread the deeps below !" She spoke, and vanish'd with the voice—I rise, And silent tears fall trickling from my eyes. 200 NOTES. Ver. 188. Leucadian
Page 281 - more genius and imagination; the one excelled in beauty, the other in energy. Michael Angelo has more of the poetical inspiration, his ideas are vast and sublime, his people are a superior order of beings; there is nothing about them, nothing in the air of their actions, or their attitudes, or the style and cast