The Pleasures of Memory,: With Other PoemsT. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, in the Strand., 1799 - 188 pagine |
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Pagina 30
... wind ; When not a distant taper's twinkling ray 305 Gleam'd o'er the furze to light him on his way ; When not a fheep - bell footh'd his listening ear , And the big rain - drops told the tempeft near ; Then did his horse the homeward ...
... wind ; When not a distant taper's twinkling ray 305 Gleam'd o'er the furze to light him on his way ; When not a fheep - bell footh'd his listening ear , And the big rain - drops told the tempeft near ; Then did his horse the homeward ...
Pagina 32
... 'd by her meagre hand , when welcom❜d from the sky . 345 Hark ! the bee winds her fmall but mellow horn , 19 Blithe to falute the funny smile of morn . O'er thymy downs fhe bends her busy course , And 32 THE PLEASURES.
... 'd by her meagre hand , when welcom❜d from the sky . 345 Hark ! the bee winds her fmall but mellow horn , 19 Blithe to falute the funny smile of morn . O'er thymy downs fhe bends her busy course , And 32 THE PLEASURES.
Pagina 44
... winds forget to rave , Is heav'n's sweet smile reflected on the wave . 45 From Guinea's coaft pursue the leffening fail , And catch the sounds that fadden every gale . Tell , if thou canft , the fum of forrows there ; Mark the fixt gaze ...
... winds forget to rave , Is heav'n's sweet smile reflected on the wave . 45 From Guinea's coaft pursue the leffening fail , And catch the sounds that fadden every gale . Tell , if thou canft , the fum of forrows there ; Mark the fixt gaze ...
Pagina 61
... wind And each , with glowing energy pourtray'd , The far - fam'd triumphs of the field difplay'd ; Ufurp'd the canvas of the crowded hall , And chas'd a line of heroes from the wall . 300 There slept the horn each jocund echo knew , 305 ...
... wind And each , with glowing energy pourtray'd , The far - fam'd triumphs of the field difplay'd ; Ufurp'd the canvas of the crowded hall , And chas'd a line of heroes from the wall . 300 There slept the horn each jocund echo knew , 305 ...
Pagina 63
... air the hoary goat reclin'd , His ftreaming beard the fport of every wind ; And , as the coot her jet - wing lov'd to lave , Rock'd on the bosom of the fleepless wave ; 330 1 The eagle rufh'd from Skiddaw's purple creft , A OF MEMORY . 63.
... air the hoary goat reclin'd , His ftreaming beard the fport of every wind ; And , as the coot her jet - wing lov'd to lave , Rock'd on the bosom of the fleepless wave ; 330 1 The eagle rufh'd from Skiddaw's purple creft , A OF MEMORY . 63.
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Brani popolari
Pagina 178 - 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.
Pagina 178 - 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. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, With merry peals shall...
Pagina 54 - And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle...
Pagina 163 - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
Pagina 21 - PROSPERO'S mysterious spell Drew every subject-spirit to his cell; Each, at thy call, advances or retires, As judgment dictates, or the scene inspires. Each thrills the seat of sense, that sacred source Whence the fine nerves direct their mazy course, And thro...
Pagina 87 - Ghent, and, after stopping there a few days, to indulge that tender and pleasing melancholy which arises in the mind of every man in the decline of life on visiting the place of his nativity and viewing the scenes and objects familiar to him in his early youth...
Pagina 159 - ... shore, As all its lessening turrets bluely fade ; He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more, And busy fancy fondly lends her aid. Ah ! now, each dear, domestic scene he knew...
Pagina 163 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Pagina 20 - Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Pagina 97 - HENCE, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence ! Thy chain of adamant can bind That little world, the human mind, And sink its noblest powers to impotence. Wake the lion's loudest roar, Clot his shaggy mane with gore, With flashing fury bid his eye-balls shine ; Meek is his savage, sullen soul, to thine ! Thy touch, thy deadening touch has steeled the breast, Whence, thro...