The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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... deep : Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole , Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul : His native hills that rise in happier climes , The grot that heard his song of other times , His cottage - home , his bark of slender ...
... deep : Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole , Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul : His native hills that rise in happier climes , The grot that heard his song of other times , His cottage - home , his bark of slender ...
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... deep , ' Twas his to mourn misfortune's rudest shock , Scourg'd by the winds , and cradled on the rock , To wake each joyless morn , and search again The famish'd haunts of solitary men , Whose race , unyielding as their native storm ...
... deep , ' Twas his to mourn misfortune's rudest shock , Scourg'd by the winds , and cradled on the rock , To wake each joyless morn , and search again The famish'd haunts of solitary men , Whose race , unyielding as their native storm ...
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... , From streams that wander in eternal light , Rang'd on their hill , Harmonia's daughters swell The mingling tones of horn , and harp , and shell ; Deep from his vaults , the Loxian murmurs flow , THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . 7.
... , From streams that wander in eternal light , Rang'd on their hill , Harmonia's daughters swell The mingling tones of horn , and harp , and shell ; Deep from his vaults , the Loxian murmurs flow , THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . 7.
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Thomas Campbell. Deep from his vaults , the Loxian murmurs flow , And Pythia's awful organ peals below . " Belov'd of Heav'n ! the smiling Muse shall shed Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head ; Shall swell thy heart to rapture ...
Thomas Campbell. Deep from his vaults , the Loxian murmurs flow , And Pythia's awful organ peals below . " Belov'd of Heav'n ! the smiling Muse shall shed Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head ; Shall swell thy heart to rapture ...
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... deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that ...
... deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that ...
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Page 138 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Page 77 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Page 210 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Page 140 - 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.
Page 76 - Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Page 211 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Page 141 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Page 182 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Page 179 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Page 82 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?